"It's just a phase, you still have a long few decades ahead of you, you have to start by respecting yourself first."
The low voice carried a hint of a sigh-like emotion.
Shu Yimo was momentarily stunned and could only manage a pale smile.
"There's no going back, I can't find the once high-spirited me. These past two years, I've come to understand a lot. There's always a price to pay for one's defiance. Actually, I don't care that much about reputation."
...
By the time they reached the hospital, the night was in full swing.
The night was fairly good, not as hazy and damp as the previous days; in the night sky hung an unusually clear crescent moon, and the wind was still quite cool.
Shu Yimo struggled to unfasten her seat belt when suddenly the man in the driver's seat threw his coat over to her. Shu Yimo hadn't recovered from her surprise when he had already opened the car door and stepped out.
