That naive An'an from the past had died.
Three years ago, she had committed suicide by slashing her wrist.
On that particular day, she had won a dance competition. She was the campus belle of A University and her name was well known amongst the socialites. Everyone predicted that she would have a wonderful future and a beautiful life ahead of her.
But that day, she locked herself in the room and lay down on the soft bed. She suddenly felt that her life had come to an end.
What was the point of living?
A sharp blade slid across her wrist, pulsing against her skin as she tried to kill herself.
The girl's watery eyes revealed utter despondence and hopelessness. Lu Yan was startled. She was only twenty-one years old and in the prime of her youth. He did not understand why she had landed herself in a state of gloom and apathy.
