Chapter 156

I vigilantly stared in the direction of Sophia and Edison, my gaze slowly growing unfocused. My hands limply rested at my sides on the bed. The nurse gently released my hand, her eyes flickering with a hint of sympathy as she watched my tears fall one by one. I lay helplessly on the bed, my eyes wide open, trying to see clearly but failing. The pain was overwhelming—my stomach ached, my legs throbbed, my arms burned, and my heart felt as though it was being crushed. Living was nothing but pain. "You cut your wrist yourself. Now you know what pain is?" My tears seemed to bother Sophia, making her feel inexplicably irritated. Edison had only tried to help me, yet I rejected his help, calling his blood dirty. Then, I went and cut my wrist, crying nonstop. If someone didn't know better, they might think Edison had done something truly awful. As the thought of the rumors that might spread about Edison crossed her mind, her gaze sharpened as she looked at me. I lay still, staring at