The most desolate place for a person who is ill. It's not just the threat to life from the disease, but the deprivation of part or all of their right to happiness, manifesting in being easily disliked.
Li Yaxi turned her head and saw the shadow of the person ahead, hesitated for a moment. She didn't expect to see someone here, and her mood fluctuated. The face of Dai Ronghong was the first thing that came to mind.
Aunt Dai doesn't like her. Previously, she could act clueless about it; back then, she at least had a bit of confidence in herself. Now it's different, she's a cancer patient, where's the right to be haughty?
With just a glance, her gaze drifted past Dai Nanhui's face, pretending not to see him so he wouldn't have to greet her. Then, with a beaming smile, she walked towards Xie Wanying: "Dr. Xie, have you had dinner?"
"Yes, I have. Have you?" Xie Wanying educated the patient, "I don't think you have. Hurry and go eat."
"Yes." Li Yaxi awkwardly brushed aside her bangs.
