Chapter 8

During my hospital stay, Emily often came to keep me company and chat when she had free time.

As we spent more time together and talked more, we became closer.

One day, Emily stared at my face, looking puzzled.

"You're not ugly, you could even be considered quite handsome. Why don't you have any friends? Are you pulling my leg?"

I glanced at the phone on the bedside table.

It was fully charged.

For the past few days, I had been hoping it would receive a call, or even just a text message.

Unfortunately, there was nothing.

Sophia had cruelly cut off all my social connections, trapping me in the cage she had woven.

I humbly begged for a shred of her mercy, only to be carelessly discarded.

Perhaps what trapped me wasn't just her cage, but also a "circle" I had drawn around myself.

I should step out of it now.

I forced a smile that looked worse than crying: "Emily, would you like to be my first friend?"

Emily was stunned for a moment, then came over and pinched my cheeks: "Friend, your smile is so ugly!"