Seven days after the chemotherapy, Olivia could get out of the bed.

However, she became bald due to the treatment this time.

She looked at her sharp jaw and her bald head.

Irene, who helped her out of bed, comforted her, "It's alright, Olivia. Your hair will grow again once you stop taking the medicines."

Olivia was unbothered and smiled.

"What's the use of a beautiful face when it comes to matters of life and death? I'm already grateful at the fact that I'm still alive."

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