On the Edge of Pure

His palm was covered in scratches from his fingernails, and the cold water stung as it washed over them. But for someone who had grown accustomed to cancer pain, this didn't feel like much. He had long since become numb to pain.,He wasn't afraid of death, he just didn't want to live like a zombie.,The live stream playing on the phone was interrupted by a call. After answering, a familiar, boisterous voice came through: “Xiao Lu Are you still at school My goodness, there's a package for you here. Hurry over and get it, it's about to pour down rain, I have to go home quickly!”。