Ling Han looked at the private messages on Weibo, smiled bitterly, and thought to herself where in this life was there a turning point, where was there any hope for humanity?
Standing in front of her apartment's glass window, looking down at the road more than a dozen floors below, she, draped in a white long dress, had an extremely melancholic face. Her eyes, full of despair, showed not a glint of hope. Her furrowed brows conveyed that she saw no way out for herself.
Now, she felt that only death could attract the attention of the police, the media, and the public.
Moreover, she felt her body was so dirty, so filthy, she didn't want to face such a version of herself anymore. Death seemed like the best escape...
At that moment, her Weibo private messages received many new messages.
Regret Medicine Vendor: [If you dare to die, why not dare to believe in me just once?]
