Gao Yinghui noticed the change in Jiang Ning's tone. At that moment, for some reason, her earlier embarrassment and anger gradually cooled, replaced by a sense that time had changed everything. "Yeah, four years."
For Gao Yinghui, those four years had split her life in two.
Before she was twelve, her life had been ordinary and happy. Then one day, she suddenly felt nauseous and fell ill. At the hospital, she was diagnosed with chronic nephritis. From then on, she had to go to South City for hospitalization almost every month or two.
Although her parents had kept it from her, the internet was well-developed now. She looked it up herself, and in the end, discovered that the best treatment was a kidney transplant.
Yet even if she found a donor kidney, a transplant was not a permanent solution. She would need to take anti-rejection drugs long-term after the operation, and the new kidney's function would gradually decline until she relapsed and had to rely on dialysis.
If Gao Yinghui had never experienced the life of a normal person, she would not have become so despondent. But she had once known what happiness was.
After falling ill, it was as if she had been sentenced to life imprisonment. For a girl, it was almost impossible to accept.
She did not want her old friends and classmates to know about her current situation. Perhaps it was a girl's stubbornness at work, but she had taken the initiative to cut herself off from her former life.
But at this moment, as she looked at Jiang Ning's unfamiliar yet familiar face, she suddenly regretted it.
She was very curious about why he had changed so much. Had he experienced something similar to what she had?
"Jiang Ning, are you still at Wa Miao