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  Did the missy look for a mirror to check her face after the girl unintentionally called her a monster when she freaked out upon seeing her dreadful looks?

  The nurse did not explicitly explain this aspect, though.

  The dosage of the sedation was low; hence, it was just three in the wee hours of the day when the missy regained her consciousness.

  On this night, it was her father’s turn to keep her company in the hospital. Lu Jingtian knew by heart that her mother had been with her for two nights in a row and was exhausted; hence, it was time for the middle-aged woman to go back and have a good rest. In turn, her father had stepped in.

  Lu Bosheng was a senior executive in the company and had to deal with a lot of affairs every day, so he fell asleep as soon as he lay down and closed his eyes.

  The young woman suddenly turned her head and looked at the moonlight outside the window. Looking through the glass window and staring into the endless nightscape, she made an instant decision.

  When she made this decision, she was strangely calm, and her face was as still and dark as an abyss of water.

  She got up slowly and tried to sit up.

  The hospital bed frame was rather frail, so it quickly made a creaking sound. She turned her head and looked at her father who was fast asleep on the sofa. Inside the dark room, she could hear his soft and smooth breathing. The noise she made did not seem to have disturbed him, which relieved and made her glad.

  Silently, she lifted the blanket and strained to move her pair of legs. She slowly got off it by holding the top frame, and bit by bit, she struggled to stand up with great difficulty. It took her several minutes to complete this series of movements, which worked her into a sweat. The inconvenience in mobility, however, could no longer make her sad now.

  Because it was going to be over soon!

  Her misery would end!

  She wished she had made up her mind earlier!

  As her mind wandered, she held onto the bed frame to wear her slippers before making her way to the door with heavy steps.

  When she reached the door, she suddenly turned to glance at her father sleeping on the couch. Her movements were not exactly quiet while she got out of the bed. There were some harsh, creaking sounds, but the man must be so worn out that the noises did not stir him awake at all.

  She reached out for the doorknob, which was as icy-cold as her resolute heart at the moment. Suddenly, she wondered if this farewell should warrant a ceremony.

  Her tears could not help from falling at this thought.

  To say that she had no attachments would be untrue.

  She still had her concerns.

  A dying man had kind words, so the realization that she would be cutting all ties with this world soon brought great emotions to her.

  The thing that she regretted the most about her life was that she was young and reckless and that she had disobeyed her parents, often making them angry. She believed that, up to the last moment, she would still be causing them a great deal of pain.

  Initially, she wanted to write a suicide note, but they would have to forgive her for being unable to do so as she had difficulty holding a pen in her palm now.

  She was well aware that her resolute departure would bring them great pain, but the pain would be short-lived, and soon, their days would be peaceful again.