Some illnesses, from the day they begin, are destined to torment.
Watching Nancy like this, Godfery Shaw is sleepless. If he could exchange thirty years of his life for Nancy's health, he would do so without hesitation.
Unfortunately, there is no if.
By New Year's Eve, Nancy is lying weakly in bed.
Under the side effects of chemotherapy, she doesn't want to talk or move.
Godfery Shaw lies beside her, holding her in his arms.
Nancy initially wanted to hold on and not worry everyone, but Godfery Shaw's embrace is so warm, so warm that Nancy feels aggrieved. She buries herself in Godfery's arms and says, "Godfery, I feel awful."
When no one cares, Nancy would swallow the blood in her mouth resolutely, not letting anyone discover her weakness.
When there's care, she inexplicably feels aggrieved.
Godfery holds her tighter: "I know, I'll be with you, everyone will be with you."
When Nancy feels a bit better, it's almost nightfall, and Godfery supports her downstairs.
