"...And then, one day, a prison guard informed me that you were the one who had collected evidence to put me in there. Ah... At that moment, I was washing underwear for the elderly without hot water in winter; my hands were covered with frostbite," she closed her eyes and sighed lightly, "Then, I really couldn't bear to go on."
The last straw that broke the camel's back had been added.
"I slit my wrists in an attempt to take my own life but was saved. The guards thought I was bullied and therefore was led to act this way. They punished the culprits, and my life in the prison somewhat improved. But what did that matter?"
"I attempted suicide several times, perhaps I was just too lucky that none were successful," she opened her eyes and sighed lightly, "Now, I can't bear to die." It's too foolish to die for your abandonment.
