Wen Meimei looked at her own wrists with a dazed gaze, recalling her own miserable life.
"I thought if I put on a mask and stood on a stage where no one knew me, after gaining the recognition of others, I could start a new life, but I was wrong.
It was wrong for Wen Meimei to live in this world, wrong for her to sing, wrong for her to write songs, wrong for her to compete with others for air to breathe...
She was born a mistake, her mother died in a difficult delivery, and even the human traffickers who took her away often cursed her for being useless, always asking why she couldn't bring in money?"
The live stream's bullet comments were still causing a ruckus.
[Stop talking rubbish and just kill yourself!]
[I'm not listening, I'm not listening, hurry up and commit suicide!]
[The foreplay is too long, bad review!]
Wen Meimei couldn't see those comments, painfully clutching her head, her eyes dry and irritated, her throat also hoarse and somewhat painful.
