111 Tired as a Dog (1/2)

She closed her eyes gently. Her fingers were still swollen, and they hurt at the slightest movement, straight to her heart.

She placed the sketchbook to her chest and hugged it, seemingly feeling closer to him. However, she knew that he had never allowed himself to open up to her.

Not even a bit.

Everything was a pretense. A fraud. Why did she feel love and pain?

Her face was pale and white like paper, without any color. Her hand went to her forehead, and she touched the wound gently with her fingers.

It hurt, just a bit. So this was how it feels.

She smiled bitterly. Xia Ruoxin was an ugly duckling. Her father's not fond of her, and her mother did not love her. Nobody even liked her bald head.

No one loved her, and she should not have survived. Was this what everyone thought? Were they being fair to her?

She had wanted to cry, badly. Then again, she realized she had gotten used to suppressing her cries. Looking ahead, the view in front of her eyes had turned blurry.

So was the portrait that hung on the wall.

If it was possible, she wanted to be Xia Yixuan. However, she was Xia Ruoxin. One who was unloved and loathed by her mother. Little Brother had not loved her even though she had waited decades for him. He hated her.

She placed her hands on her lap, one on top of the other. There were only her left and right hands in her world. Other than that, what else did she have?