The lights in the hospital corridors are so pale that they have no warmth.
Su Wanqing leaned against the cold wall, feeling the coolness of the tiles on her fingertips, which penetrated into the seams of her bones. The air was full of the smell of cheap disinfectant, overpowering everything, like an invisible net, trapping everyone's despair.
She held the phone tightly in her hand, and the sweat on her palms had made the phone slippery.
On the other end of the phone, stepmother Liu Shufen's voice was sharp and proud, like a knife, accurately scraping her eardrums. "Wan Qing, don't blame your stepmother for being cruel. The Su family can pay for the five hundred thousand for your brother's surgery tomorrow. But you have to promise one thing."
Su Wanqing's lips were dry and her voice was hoarse: "What's the matter?"
"Marry someone."
Two words, like two pieces of ice, hit her heart.
