Ye Qingge turned on the tap and started gargling. 'Seriously…'
Li Nancheng's room was huge. There was a small alcove with a chaise lounge, which Ye Qingge lay on.
This was no different from the hospital, and she was used to such conditions.
She stayed at the hospital every day when her mother was sick and even gave up their rented home.
The money that she received from her surrogacy had been used up when her mother passed away.
After some thought, she realized that she had never really bought any beautiful clothes over the past few years and did not have a lot of friends either.
She certainly could not go out for a movie or to eat. These were things that a girl in the bloom of her youth should be enjoying.
It was as if it had nothing to do with her.
She had once dreamed of romance and having a boyfriend who could give her a shoulder to lean on…
