Tuberose

Through the clean floor-to-ceiling windows, there is breeze and sunshine outside, and the streets are wet from the rain. I could only curl up on the sofa, my hands and feet slowly getting cold. I could clearly feel the pain, which penetrated from the skin to the bone marrow. It was like being in an ice field. My body was numb from the cold, but at this moment, a needle happened to stick into it. "You don't have to stay here all the time, you need to rest too." I knew there was someone sitting in front of me. Her face was full of worry and guilt, but she couldn't do anything. "I'm sorry," her voice was soft, "but I can only ask you." … I'm not an ordinary person, I've known that since I was a kid. Let me tell you a story, starting with tuberose...