Director Mao was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the White ceiling in a daze.
After a large dose of hormonal shock therapy, her diseases such as tryndia had been cured.
However, his teeth were so badly decayed that they were unsightly.
Before she fell sick, she had always been very careful of her figure. Although she was in her forties, she still looked like a young woman who had just reached her thirties.
But now ... There was no way to watch it.
The side effects of the rush treatment with progesterone were obvious. In addition, he had been lying down and could not move, so he had gained some weight.
Her life had already turned from colorful to gray.
What wealth and glory, what ambition, in the end, it was all for nothing.
"My dear, have some water." Her lover said softly.
Director Mao didn't move. She had given up on all her thoughts. The constant blows she had suffered during this period of time had pushed her to the verge of ... A breakdown.
