There was no money for treatment and no home to return to. The world was so big, there was no home for Mo Xiaodie.
She could only wander around with that guitar.
The torture of her illness and the disdainful gazes of the world made her think about ending her life.
But when it came to implementation, he hesitated.
She felt that this world was still very beautiful. The only one who was not beautiful was herself. She still wanted to see this world a few more times.
In her eyes, running away was shameful. Although life was very difficult, she still wanted to face it.
I can lose, but I don't want to escape.
She loved this world, and she loved singing. She wanted to use her singing to love this world.
She did not know how much time she had left in her life, but she wanted to sing until the day she could no longer sing.
