Entangling With You for the Rest of My Life

32. Self-respect

Translator: Flying Lines

After visiting Uncle Tang, with the bag in hand, Ya Hui walked into the door of the hospital, in low spirits. Bathed in the sunlight by the fountain, she felt her face being rolled over by warm hands. She stopped and waved her hands under the sun, the palms glistening with pink luster. She recalled that the beautiful face, the clear eyes, and the sweet and alluring smile – the charm of Miaoyu, with growing bitterness.

“A disfigured girl was hospitalized. Just now, in the ward, she almost committed suicide by cutting her wrist. How pitiful…” A female nurse and her colleagues whispered while walking out of the ward.

“Too silly for that! Her face may be healed!” Colleagues cried out in surprise.

“The left face is mutilated!”

Hearing this, Yahui panicked. Gripping the strap, she threw herself into the impatient department, running through a long corridor. At last, she stopped at the door of the ward, out of breath. She observed that the whole ward was being packed with the physicians and the nurses, and Miaoyu’s cry came heart-wrenching from inside. Yahui’s parents were trying their best to hold down Miaoyu, but she kept struggling in the sickbed and her left wrist was bleeding. She kept crying in hysteria: “Let me die! My face is beyond recognition! I can’t take that crucial test! My life is doomed!

Yahui rushed in with tears across her face, as Miaoyu was breaking free from her parents, in an attempt to knock her head against the wall, only to be stopped by the physicians and the nurses, who were ready to inject another tranquilizer. But Yahui suddenly burst out of anger, moving through the multitude including the physicians. She threw a small knife out of her bag, which landed on the ground, crying, “Go to hell! None could save her if she lost all hopes of life!”

All the physicians and the nurses present suddenly relented, staring at Miaoyu quietly.

“Yahui, what are you doing?” her parents blurted out, confused over her overreacting.

Yahui observed Tang Miaoyu lying on the icy cold floor. The blood on her wrist was still dripping, but she ignored it and curled her body, her feet bare, her face pressed against the wall, crying uncontrollably.

Yahui finally couldn’t contain her grievance and burst into tears, “I just came back from visiting your daddy! He was still waiting for your good news! Therefore, you’d better die now to ignore the disappointment and pain of your daddy who is given lifelong sentence. I can no longer stand how I have been frightened recently! We are too exhausted to take care of you! You are flushed out of blood! Go to hell!”

Mindful of her father, Tang Miaoyu couldn’t help crying. She leaned against the white wall, which was blood-stained.

Yahui continued to reason it out with Tang Miaoyu, “A mutilated face is no big deal! At least you are alive. Although you lose a beautiful face, you can still move on; even if no one cares about you, you can take good care of yourself!”

Hearing it, the physicians and the nurses were moved into tears.

Yahui’s parents were even more heartbroken.

Tang Miaoyu kept sobbing, tears rolling down her face together with blood.