BOXER PET & THE HEIRESS COMEBACK

aught the sharp sce

thing she saw was the cold, steril

ht sting came fr

mbedded in her pale skin. Crimson blood crept slo

backward, wanting to rip

warm, firm hands pres

e afraid. It'l

aw the gentle, kindly f

d a youthful face full of collagen, barely a

, back to the year s

e afraid. It's just one bag of blood. You're suc

ine since Snow was a child-all th

ilia at birth, suffering from a severe clotting

ly known as "panda blood"-nearly impossible to find in hospital blood ban

s took a gamble, they decided to have another child,

kily-or unluckily-she too had RH-

Snow's night

as relatively stable, and she only nee

. The blood draws went from every six months, to ev

pain. But her parents guilt-tripped her mercilessly-if she r

er wanted to donate blood, but her parents harshly scolded he

wept bitterly-not because she had lost a daughter

parents' eyes, Snow's onl

termined not to repeat that tragic

blood and told her mother, "Make sure to cook some iron-rich meals f

ou're such a good girl, Snow. What would you li

er head to av

against the cold hospital wall. Her

nto Rose coming out

e you feeling dizzy?" R

same gentle, caring demeanor. Snow

ed. Rose took everything from her-not just her health an

should have had growing

this

nd turned away, trying

eeve, waiting for the doctor to

e frowned in concern. "I think Snow's mad at me

right for her to donate. You're

oice soft and sincere. "Snow

it was

sick and full of remorse. Naturally, everyone doted on h

seen as the heartless rebel

see how much your sister is suffering? She's crying! Your par

one around her, Snow kept rolling

lik

"Snow, your sister cares about

"Sister's overthinking it. We're family-it's onl

a moment, then

he transfusion was done. Snow's father, Bill, w

he car, he asked, "Wha

tion is relat

hat's a

in a stable phase. Transfusions were infrequent-once every si

. The frequency of blood draws skyrocketed, eventual

indow of stability to escape her parents' control

nce at life, she was

he car window, she quietly

noticed Snow's pale, tired face and as

e," Snow

later-we still have to rehearse for the interview. It's

kno

in fighting illness, even making headlines. She was now a

High School invited national televisi

pear as well, to speak ab

her she willingly donated blood, Snow had answe

dn't want to. It hurts."-i

e so s

ht about how much pa

eedle! Stop be

tsunami of online

, she wouldn'

ol's lecture hall. The two sister

a makeup artist was trying to fi

atisfied. The girl's skin was too fai

st marveled. "Honestly, with your comp

ly, flashing a sweet smile and r

past life, once anemia set in, her skin lost its gl

ing for the right shade, Ros

d," she said. "Ca

d here yet. Could

few minutes," Rose replied

ho gave a gentle smile. "It's

d up her tools and

e same facial structure, but with a bit of puffiness from overnutrit

ront of the mirror, calml

d. It was a message from h

ou're the fa

d, "I'd kill you all if

n the audit

t's national TV, d

t suddenly s

k I just sa

e who's insanely good at

That

e come to th

cl

quent, but he didn't quite fit the stereotype. He never ca

underground boxing clubs, making money with their fists. He lived for speed, the k

ad barely interacted. His smile had alwa

liked that ki

hospital, weak from cold and blood

found her. He took her

depths of his pitch-black eyes, Snow had seen a

.

p breath and se

indedly, she reached for the one shade she