Yesterday, there were many paparazzi in disguise outside Sonya's ward.
Today, the paparazzi were all chased away, and it was deserted outside her ward.
Sonya was deserted by everyone, the studio was bound to be disbanded.
Except Xue Jian, who came to give her a fruit basket and a pot of butterfly orchids that she liked, no one else came.
Liu Yiqing had also been here, but she hadn't seen her.
To Sonya, it was best if no one came.
Even if they did, they would just laugh at her.
The third day of recovery should be the most agonizing.
Her entire body was in unbearable pain and itchiness, as if a trillion ants were crawling on her skin.
But Sonya did not seem to feel anything.
Her heart was dead.
She didn't even hire a nurse as she didn't have any desire to survive.
