But at this moment, tormented by pain worse than death, she couldn't maintain any semblance of pride in front of Yue Yaer, who could cure her ailment.
Seeing Yue Yaer look at her, she pleaded with a trembling voice, "Dr. Yue, I'm sorry. I apologize for my past attitude towards you. I was blind to your talent, did not know your worth. Now I know I was wrong. Please, Dr. Yue, treat me."
As she uttered these words, she could feel herself tearing off her own skin and throwing it at Yue Yaer's feet.
Every word was unbearably difficult for her to say, and the shame made her wish she could dig a hole and bury herself in it.
But despite this, she finished her plea.
She didn't want to die.
She hadn't lived enough.
She wanted to live healthily, without illness or pain.
As long as Yue Yaer could cure her, she'd do anything.
Yue Yaer's lips curved slightly, looking at her with interest.
Truth be told, she had no deep-seated grudge against Wang Peiling's family.
