On the Edge of Pure

I went back to the washroom and washed my hands. The reflection in the mirror was pale, like a paper doll, with red and swollen needle marks all over the back of my right hand. Just looking at it made me shudder.,Over almost a decade, he gradually adapted to this painful life. He got used to taking the crowded subway during rush hour to work, was accustomed to the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, and even took medical bills for granted. He also slowly became indifferent to his own life and death.,"It can't be this guy He Sai who bought it, right"。