Zhao Sishang, having spoken her last words, could no longer control herself and crouched down on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
She covered her face, crying so hard it could only be described as heart-wrenching.
She never considered herself a particularly good person, but she had never done anything bad either. She did not understand why, since starting university, the whispers and gossip around her had become so distasteful. She was from a poor family, she would take on many part-time jobs outside of class time, surviving on scholarships and the modest wages from these side gigs.
