GuYing pushed the wheelchair slowly to the building of Martin's company.

　　She tried to pretend not to care about other people's opinions, but all the way she felt were surprise or sympathy.

　　Many times, someone came up to her and asked if she needed help.

　　She only felt ashamed.

　　And all these humiliations were brought to her by the late summer.

　　But even if she was dead now, she had already been hurt.

　　She still wanted to curse her and make her go to hell unpeacefully.

　　GuYing pushed a wheelchair to the front desk. The receptionist was surprised to see her, but soon she regained her professional smile. "Hello, what...