In a daze, Kong Mengjie finally endured until the end of the workday. She hadn't eaten and rushed back to her dormitory. The two who work the day shift hadn't returned yet. The night shift colleagues could tell she looked particularly unwell and asked a few concerned questions.
"I'm fine, just a bit dizzy." She lay on the bed facing the wall, waiting until she was alone in the dormitory to let her tears fall.
Why? Why did things come to this?
Do I still have a future? Why did I aim so high in the beginning?
She kept asking herself, the tears flowing more fiercely. But she didn't even dare to make a sound.
She hated herself in her heart. The first time was out of necessity, but why did she go along with it the next two times? She successfully became a team leader, but sometimes she could still feel guilty.
Thinking about Huang Hongwei, she felt a deep hatred, transferring her self-loathing onto him. Why her? Why did he choose her?