Word Number：213 Author：周薇 Translator： Release Time：2024-03-04

　　Half a month later, I returned to my small apartment. I cleaned the room carefully, then sat on the bed and used scissors to open the delivery package. The security guard had given it to me; it had been stored for a week.　　The package was very light, containing only two sheets of paper. I unfolded them and saw familiar handwriting.　　Miss Wei, it's been long since I called you that. I wanted to call but lacked courage. After much deliberation, I decided to write.　　I never thought your fate would be so difficult. After years of hardship, you were diagnosed with cancer! That night you were drunk, I looked at your medical report. When I saw "advanced lung cancer," my heart twisted. I couldn't sleep; your image kept flashing. Weiwei, I'm sorry, truly sorry...　　I've been in entertainment for years, busy every day—filming, making money, scheming, fighting for resources. Looking back, it's ironic you're my only friend.　　When we sang at the bar, you were my most admired, yet most envied. My most liked, yet most hated!　　I'm not sure what I'm jealous of. I'm not inferior in looks, and we can't be compared in wealth or status. Yet I always feel inferior around you. I used "Miss Wei," later "Weiwei