Father Tang had not expected Tang Chuxia to say such things.
Tang Chuxia smiled at Father Tang's shocked expression.
"You don't need to be so shocked. You're barely enduring a superficial wound, but do you know that your youngest daughter has to endure pain many times worse than you are experiencing now every time she moves?"
"I didn't know!" Father Tang said, looking distressed.
Tang Chuxia shrugged. "She doesn't speak about it because she has been enduring it since her earliest memories. She's accustomed to it and even thinks that everyone feels the same—that pain is inevitable. She doesn't even know what it feels like not to be in pain!"
Tang Chuxia had always known the original body had endured too much. Truly unable to bear it anymore, she had chosen to leave—and it wasn't that related to what Tang Wanqiu and Hu Mingcheng had done.
A person in constant pain, choosing to end her life sooner—is there anything wrong with that?
