Death

I chased after He Chenyi for six years, coming whenever he called, leaving whenever he waved me away.

While he was holding another woman and drinking a wedding toast, I was diagnosed with Leukemia at the hospital, with only three months left to live.

Later, he knelt by my hospital bed, crying and begging me to accept a bone marrow transplant.

How ridiculous. I never even wanted to live.

After being cheated on.

Out of spite, I chose Xu Mo, the coldest and most aloof school heartthrob from high school.

In the dimly lit bathroom, he was unbelievably obedient.

Letting me do as I pleased, his body temperature was as cold as ice.

My fingers slowly reached for his belt.

But he grasped my wrist:

“Wait a moment, okay?”

I was stunned and looked up at him,

“Can you… save me?”

In the first year after my divorce, I announced my retirement from the scene.

Everyone said I had gone mad after being abandoned by Lu Xiao.

Until one day, a Wish Blogger’s video shot to the top of the trending searches.

My video was split into seven episodes.

Those were the last fragments of my life, flashing by like a carousel.

The title of the first episode was:

[By the time you see this video, I will already be gone.]

My grandmother died in a car accident. My father accepted 600,000 yuan from the perpetrator and became the envy of everyone in the village.

But outside the crematorium, I personally overheard the perpetrator laughing as he made a phone call: “600,000 settled it, pretty cost-effective. Don’t worry, our secret will never be revealed.”

At my grand wedding to my Boyfriend, a stranger pushed open the door and walked in elegantly.

Who is he? What does he want? Is he here to bless me, or to destroy me?

When the man smiled, raised his hand, and lightly pushed me off the rooftop, I finally remembered who he was.

After fate destroyed me once more, it granted me the chance of Rebirth.

Since then I have decided: I will never bow my head or admit defeat. Even if I fall into Avici Hell, I will stop at nothing.

Dad fell down this morning and died. We put his body in the Refrigerator, and didn’t tell anyone.

The next day, his Pension was paid as usual.

Eight thousand yuan. Enough for us to get by until next month.

Dad, would you forgive us for doing this?

My wife’s illness has gotten worse, your granddaughter is only three, and everywhere we turn, we need money.

And I’ve been unemployed for eight months. The mortgage on the unfinished apartment is 3,800 yuan a month.

I’ve heard that getting caught for claiming someone else’s Pension is only a matter of time. I know.

But if the day I end up in prison could be postponed a little longer, just a little longer, I’m slowly preparing myself for it in my heart.

When you are driven into a corner with nowhere to go, don’t forget that there is still one path behind you-crime. Remember, it is not shameful.

Many people have heard this saying, but today, I want to share my own experiences to tell you that the path of crime is not an easy one.

At university, the Counselor doesn’t care if you fail your courses, skip classes, or go clubbing at night.

They only care about whether you might die on campus.

Many universities that seem peaceful on the surface actually have unspeakable secrets.

At a media school located in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, there was an incident where a student died on campus.

I can’t say exactly which school it was. The school paid us hush money and threatened us with smooth graduation to keep us silent.

Now that I have graduated for many years, I just want to tell this story.

I’ll try to keep emotion out of it and only recount what I personally witnessed.

I had a pretty good relationship with the deceased. We did everything together. The reason I want to tell this story is to restore the truth, because there are two versions of what happened.

The version still circulating at the school today is only a partial one.

All the names that appear later are pseudonyms. There’s no need to look them up or trace their origins.