President Li, Her Ladyship Doesn't Deserve to Die
Jake was sprawled on his bed, scrolling through social media feeds that seemed to blur into a monotonous stream of memes, selfies, and food pics. His cramped apartment was dimly lit, the flickering bulb doing little to lift the gloom that had settled over him.
Chapter 113: A Helping Hand from Li Jingshen
The day Shen Zhichu was transferred, many eyes were on her. Standing at the door, sizing them up, Shen Zhichu, though her mind was foggy, could discern the well-meaning glances from the malicious ones. The way people were looking at her now made her uncomfortable, like a monkey on display at a zoo.
Suddenly, Shen Zhichu felt a strong resistance. She quickened her pace. Lately, her appetite had been poor and her sleep restless. Both her spirit and body were too weak, and she was panting after only a few steps.
After getting off the elevator, Shen Zhichu leaned against the wall to catch her breath. "Can't go on?" Li Jingshen asked.
Shen Zhichu didn't answer, just stood there motionless.
Li Jingshen thought for a moment, then walked in front of her and squatted down, "Get on, I'll carry you."