On the fifty-ninth day lying in the hospital, a horrifying stench emanated from my body.

　　Outside the ward, several nurses were discussing the hot topic.

　　Jing Circle Buddhist disciple, Lu Huanzhou, and popular star, Lin Bailu, are engaged in a century-old hasty wedding banquet.

　　"I heard Lu Huanzhou is infatuated with Lin Bailu and even gave her the string of Buddhist beads he always wore since the age of 18." "Isn't the one lying in the ward Lu General's sister?" "Shhh...

　　keep your voice down, I heard she has done many bad things, even her own brother doesn't recognize her.

　　Lu General specifically ordered that all she needs is a thread of life; no painkillers or anything." My body was decaying, tortured by excruciating pain, which made me acutely aware.

　　That night, under my brother's arrangement, the several people who had tormented me before pushed open the ward door with malicious smiles.

　　"Miss Lu, we have a lot of interesting and viral videos here.

　　Do you want to watch them?" I was so frightened that I completely broke down mentally and stumbled, falling off the bed.

　　I turned over and fell out of the window.

　　...

　　When I opened my eyes again, a familiar voice, tinged with crying, questioned me.

　　"Lu Huanzhou, how dare you say that you can protect me? Don't you know that your sister was the mastermind behind the bullying in school?" The intense pain of dying still lingered in my body.

　　The scene suddenly went from dark to bright.

　　The next second, a few steps away, I saw Lin Bailu wearing a light blue qipao.

　　Her tearful and stubborn eyes glanced at my brother for only a second before her icy gaze locked onto me.

　　"Lu Shuyin, come and apologize." Memories flooded back, like glass fragments piercing into my brain, causing sharp pain.

　　I pressed against my throbbing temples and squeezed out three words from my throat: "For what reason?"