Song Zhuofan would think positively, otherwise she would have collapsed long ago.
At least when her father was around, he gave her a warm home, allowing her to have a very perfect childhood.
She felt that she was already very lucky.
But why does this thought keep coming up again and again?
Just as Song Zhuofan was puzzled, her pocket suddenly vibrated. She instinctively looked toward it; it was a message notification on her phone.
Song Zhuofan took out her phone, her gaze falling on the screen, where the message contained only one line.
"Why don't you just die?"
Song Zhuofan's steps suddenly stopped, she grabbed her phone, her face turning cold, glaring at the message on the screen in the dim light.
She pressed her lips together and said nothing.
In fact, when Song Zhuofan went to the hospital for a check-up, she deceived the doctor.
She not only had examination paper text hysteria, but almost all words gave her hysteria.
