When May was about to leave, she didn’t have the courage to ask her to stay, nor did she have the courage to tell Hazel, the one she loved, that she loved him.
Soone like her, what right did she have to like others, nor did she have the right to sunshine...
She was in pain.
Really in pain.
The pain in her soul made it impossible for her to live normally. The forced smiles every day felt like poison to her; evidently painful to endure once swallowed, yet she still had to pretend and smile at others as if nothing was wrong.
In this life, she hasn’t done anything wrong; she shouldn’t have to endure this pain.
I hope her next life is clean.
In the end, she took a step forward. As she fell, there was no fear, only an unprecedented sense of relaxation...
At the mont before her death, many faces appeared in her mind, but in the end, she couldn’t capture even one.
Only then did she realize that in a lifeti, there are too many people and things one wants to rember, yet those that are truly rembered are few and far between.
Tiana Thorne slowly opened her eyes, took a deep breath.
She related to Milkmaid’s negative emotions; truly, her world was dark.
To those alive, Milkmaid was a tragedy, dying painfully, but to Milkmaid herself, it was the happiest and most joyful mont of her life.
She closed her eyes again, not knowing if it would work, just silently chanting: Fox Immortal Tiana, praying for Milkmaid, wishing her next life to be clean and pure, a life of happiness.
Upon opening her eyes, she found May Sloane leaning at her bedside, eyelashes wet, cheeks still streaked with tears, already asleep.
She took a small blanket nearby and covered her.
After Sebastian Ford left the hospital, he directly called Joshua Jarvis.
But his phone was turned off.
He checked redith Ford’s current location, started the engine, and headed her way.
...
On the set of "Shining".
"Xiao Yao, pass the towel to Sister Mi."
"Xiao Yao, did you order dinner for tonight? Rember to pick it up."
"Xiao Yao, where’s the night pot I asked for?"
redith Ford was overwheld, running around the set where she was the only one doing so. Others like her were just sitting around resting, unwilling to help.
"redith Ford, where’s the hairdryer I asked you for?!"
redith shouted, "Coming, coming."
She just took a step and accidentally slipped, falling to the ground, spilling the water from the night pot everywhere, soaking the floor.
redith bit her lip, the pain nearly making her faint, and no one ca to help her.
It took a long while for her to get up.
Seeing this, the director’s assistant ca to rush her for props. Seeing the floor dirty, they frowned and pointed at her, scolding: "What’s wrong with you, clumsy, can’t even do this little thing right? What’s your worth? Do you know we’re going to shoot here soon, hurry up and clean it."
The fall just now hurt redith’s hand, and the pain was so intense that she didn’t want to move.
She had always been a pampered young lady, never scolded like this before, feeling angry inside yet afraid to speak, she quietly explained: "Sister Fang, there’s only working, all of you are slacking off, I can’t handle everything."
"Do you think this is a place where you can have a say? If I tell you to do it, you can’t slack off."
redith felt full of grievance and anger, her hand clenched into a fist, glaring at her, restraining the impulse to slap her.
Ruby Redmond saw the flash of anger in her eyes, completely unafraid.
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