Time flowed away, moment by moment, but wounds didn't necessarily heal with it.
Though the hurtful words on the internet had long since faded, and Ye Feifei's life had returned to tranquility, rising from rock bottom was indescribably tough. What's more, she had been expelled from the design world on the charge of "plagiarism," a deeply despised act. The fashion industry would no longer welcome her. Her college major was design, and beyond that, she knew nothing else.
Even if she tried to work as a waitress in a restaurant or wash dishes—a kind of physical labor—she might not have managed to keep it up.
The most important thing was that she realized her stubborn self didn't seem to have that much energy anymore, and might not be able to persist at all times.
At this moment, the life that she had strived for over twenty years felt so exhaustingly unbearable to Ye Feifei.
