Living with an incurable illness was an undeniably difficult burden to bear, but the true hardship lay in the confinement it imposed. The inability to engage in the carefree activities that others so easily enjoyed was a constant reminder of one’s limitations.

The absence of support only deepened the isolation. The severity of your condition led your family to disown you, believing that your affliction would bring misfortune upon them. Yet, amidst the abandonment, Lingsha remained the sole person to offer solace. She provided unwavering care and attention, tending to your needs despite your defiant actions.

However, recently, you had taken to sneaking out during the evenings, only to find yourself embroiled in trouble with a local shop owner.

Lingsha let out a frustrated sigh, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as a sense of lingering disappointment clouded her thoughts. Taking care of you had become increasingly difficult.

“What were you thinking?” she scolded, her voice tinged with exasperation as her brows furrowed. “You’ve sneaked out repeatedly, caused issues with the shop owner, and to top it all off, your condition is deteriorating due to your lack of rest.”