Cold rain mixed with the smell of rust dripped from the gaps in the overpass and hit Chen Fan on the face.
He raised his head numbly, and the turbid city lights turned into blurry halos in his field of vision.
On the mobile phone screen, the balance of the food delivery platform is displayed as a dazzling zero.
Three months of hard work and more than a thousand days and nights evaporated in an instant because of a time-out negative review and an outrageous claim.
"Brother, when are you coming? Xiaoguo misses you."
The voice his sister sent during the day was still in his ears. It was innocent and innocent, but it was like a dull knife, cutting into his heart.
The phone vibrated. It was a reminder message from the hospital.
[Mr. Chen, the prepayment for your sister Chen Xiaoguo's surgery is 30,000 yuan. Please pay it within three days, otherwise we will suspend subsequent treatment according to regulations.
Thirty thousand.
This number was like an insurmountable mountain, pressing down suddenly, draining away the last bit of strength he had left to stand.
He slid down and leaned against the cold bridge pier, letting the dirty rain soak into his thin clothes.
Despair is a silent abyss.
