It was time, the bus slowly stopped in front of them, and the old lady let go of Duanmu Sheng, "Child, remember what grandma told you, live well, time will give you everything you want, grandma is leaving first, goodbye."
The old lady got on the bus, waving at Duanmu Sheng.
Duanmu Sheng leaned against the parasol tree and slowly slid down to the ground; her current situation was even worse than that of the old lady just now...
She had nothing left, nor the ability to take revenge; she could only live in this world by clinging to life, but she did not want to, for living only brought her endless pain.
At times like these, only death could bring her relief.
Thinking this way, Duanmu Sheng wiped the tears from her face and smiled again, walking into the nearby pharmacy.
When Duanmu Sheng came out of the pharmacy again, she had two bottles of sleeping pills in her hand.
Now, death seemed like the only true relief.
