After being plotted against by my best friend, I got into trouble with the domineering president

Waking up early that day, Anya carefully fixed the prosthetic leg to the stump, feeling that it was closely connected to her body, as if it were a brand new companion. She adjusted her posture, trying to find a way to adapt, so that the prosthetic limb would assist her in walking.

She stood up slowly, her steps light and steady. At this moment, she felt great joy and freedom. Although the existence of prosthetic limbs represents loss, it also gives her new opportunities and possibilities.

Anya took the first step, ecstatic with the unexperienced sensations in her legs. Every step forward was accompanied by a firm and powerful heartbeat, which seemed to tell her that she could overcome all difficulties.

She walked to the mirror and stared at herself in the mirror. Those straight and slender legs are complete again, exuding a healthy and energetic light. She turned slightly to the side, trying to assume a confident and elegant posture, her eyes showing pride and self-respect for herself.

Although Anya has experienced pain and struggle, she has not been knocked down by it all. She will bravely move towards a new journey in life. She knew that in the coming days, she would not only be regaining her pace, but also telling herself and the world that she had unlimited strength and determination to persevere.

Anya's heart was full of excitement. She was grateful to the advancement of technology and medicine for giving her the opportunity to regain the ability to walk.

Anya took a deep breath and walked out of the room full of hope and courage. She knows that although her journey may be difficult, she is even more convinced that with her own efforts, she will be able to create a beautiful and fulfilling future.

"Lu Qian, I'm back." The voice was gentle and caring, as if it was a lifetime ago.

Anya spoke slowly, from heaven to hell, now she wants to be reborn from the ashes and return to heaven.

The bright smiling face dancing with Lu Qian in the newspaper suddenly came to mind again, and Anya couldn't help but frown.

Wen Qing has not had an easy time these days.

The day after confronting Lu Qian in the office, Wen Qing packed her luggage and booked a flight back to City B. But Rouwen seemed to have noticed something was wrong with Wen Qing's mood, and insisted that she continue to stay with him in City A for a few more days, and then go back together.

Probably because she wanted to stay deep down in her heart, Wen Qing chose to listen to Wen Wen.

But for Wen Qing, these days have been like years. Sometimes she thinks of the sweet moments with Lu Qian, and sometimes this happiness and sweetness is severely torn to pieces by reality.

She tried her best to control her emotions and not show them in front of her uncle, aunt, and Wen Wen, but in fact, her heart was filled with thousands of troops and overwhelming emotions.

In the past few days, the phone has not been ringing, at least there has been no call or message from Lu Qian.

Wen Qing couldn't help but wonder, what did the time they spent together mean to him, and what did she mean to him? Those intimate moments, those joys, those passionate kisses... Could it be that I had made a mistake? Maybe he was just having fun.

Wen Qing hated Lu Qian's deception to him, and at the same time she hoped to hear Lu Qian's explanation. Maybe if he explained a few more words, she would be able to forgive him.

Wen Qing smiled bitterly, feeling that she was so despicable. This was completely contrary to the education she had received before. She actually longed for Lu Qian so much...

Suddenly she felt dizzy, her head hurt, and her stomach began to churn. A severe nausea made her put down the book in her hand and hurried to the bathroom. She desperately hoped to find some relief.

She jogged, trying to hold back the overwhelming feeling of nausea. However, when she came to the bathroom, it was almost too late. She bent over and felt the food in her stomach being forced up her throat with a force of impact. Finally, she squatted in front of the toilet in the bathroom and vomited violently while holding on to the toilet.

Wen Qing felt weak all over, and beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. Her stomach continued to churn, accompanied by waves of nausea, and every vomiting seemed like an ordeal.

She held the handle of the bathroom tightly and pressed her forehead against the cold wall, trying to find some peace. She breathed deeply, trying to calm her emotions and breathing. She told herself that this was just a temporary discomfort and that it would pass.

Slowly, the feeling of vomiting gradually subsided, and Wen Qing felt that the discomfort in her stomach gradually subsided. She stood up from the bathroom and rinsed her mouth with water, trying to wash away the unbearable taste.

Back on the sofa, Wen Qing tried her best to stay calm. Although her body was still a little weak, she worked hard to adjust her condition.

She picked up the phone several times and then forced herself to put it down. She really couldn't bear it anymore. She really wanted to call Lu Qian. I really want to hear his voice, I really want to see him, I really want to see his smiling face, I really want his warm lips to be pressed tightly against my lips, I really want to sleep on his strong and strong arms, so good Thinking of his restless and wandering hands...

What to do, Wen Qing felt that she was about to go crazy...

Yes, she was going crazy. On the days when she couldn't see Lu Qian, she went completely crazy.