From then on, I became very sensible, neither crying nor making a fuss. Before, every time he went to be with Zoey, I would make over a dozen calls urging him to come back. Now, I quietly waited for him to come home. Once, Justice felt guilty and wanted to explain to me. I patted his shoulder and said, "I know Zoey is very weak now and needs your company. I understand."
My mother also stopped blaming me and even specially made soup for me for the first time. Although I was so sick that I couldn't eat anything, I happily wanted to drink it all. However, when I opened it, I found it was chicken soup, my sister's favourite. Unfortunately, I was allergic to chicken. My mother frowned and snapped, "Why aren't you eating it? What, you don't like how I made it? Fine. I won't bother next time."
So, I forced a smile and ate every last drop. That night, my throat swelled up and I couldn't breathe. I was rushed to the hospital. Justice was busy helping Zoey film her scenes, but he spent whatever time he had left with me. We planted flowers, had meals and watched TV together at home.
Once, we were watching an interview with Zoey. The reporter asked her, "What's your ideal type?"