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Tang Lu told An Siyu not to be impatient, and it took two days to find some key information: "This is part of her plastic surgery records and depression treatment records, and there are two cases of suicide and hospitalization. In view of this, I personally suggest that we It’s best to take a strong countermeasure against her. But you and Yinyin can unilaterally clarify.”

An Siyu and Wei Yinyin both chose to remain silent, neither wanting to provoke Little Jasmine.

It was snowing heavily in City B. The two cuddled together on the lazy sofa, watching the snow scene outside the house through the floor-to-ceiling windows. On the small round table in front of them, two teacups were still steaming.

Only two hours had passed since Tang Lu's last call, and another call came: "Yun Qing was injured on the set and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment."

An Siyu asked the hospital, and after hanging up the phone, he hurriedly asked Xiaoqian to book a plane ticket and a hotel, and asked Wei Yinyin to contact Fu Wenwen.

Before the two arrived at the airport, hot searches about Tang Yunqing's injury dominated the headlines.

"Fu Wenwen still hasn't answered the phone?"

"Well, she should have heard the news one step earlier than us, and she must be on the way." Wei Yinyin has not been able to sleep well these days, and her physical and mental state is very poor. In An Siyu's arms, "An An, sister Yunqing will be fine, right?"

"Isn't it common to be injured during filming? It's okay, she has such a strong physique, she will recover after a while." An Siyu comforted.

At the airport, in order to save time, the luggage was not checked in, and Xiaoqian pushed it all. Fortunately, there were not many.Just after the security check, An Siyu's cell phone rang again.

She glanced at the familiar number on the screen but had no notes, hesitated and hung up.

"No answer? The company is looking for you?" Wei Yinyin asked.

"Harassing phone calls." Tang Yunqing's weight in An Siyu's heart was obviously much more important than wasting time and energy dealing with a psychopath who didn't play cards according to common sense, and then turned off the phone.

But as soon as she landed, when she turned on the phone, she received dozens of messages from Mei Lan.

Little Jasmine committed suicide by jumping off the building.

[Mei Lan: This envelope, the assistant said you received it once. 】

【Meilan: Envelope.jpg】

"The police don't know about the envelope yet."

"The police said that the person committed suicide, there is no doubt about it. But she called you in the last call, and you need to come back and go through the process to make a record."

"The investigation process will not be announced to the public, but the family of the deceased has the right to know, so you may have to give the family a reasonable excuse."

An Siyu froze in place, his legs were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't take a step at all.

Wei Yinyin was frightened by her terrified appearance, and hurriedly supported her: "An An, what's wrong with you?"

An Siyu staggered a few steps and grabbed Xiaoqian: "Xiaoqian, buy me a ticket back home, the fastest flight, hurry up."

Then, ignoring the eyes of passers-by, she hugged Wei Yinyin as if seeking support: "Little Jasmine is dead. The call I hung up was the last call she made before she was alive. Yinyin, do you think I killed someone?" If I had answered that call with good intentions, if I would have listened to her say something, wouldn't she, maybe, not have committed suicide?"

"You know, the way she bows her head to drink coffee, and her side face really looks like you."

"Twice, I ignored her distress signal, twice..."

Wei Yinyin couldn't recover after listening to it for a long time.

"I'll accompany you back."

However, An Siyu shook his head: "You stay here for a longer time and spend more time with Tang Yunqing. Over there in City B, I need to calm down and deal with things."

"How do you make me feel at ease?" Wei Yinyin began to cry, "An'an, don't take the blame on yourself..."

"I didn't take it. I just want to be quiet. I'm a little bit powerless in the troubled times. Be obedient, let's act separately, so that the media can't make trouble. You have to stay out of it, so I can..."

"Okay, I promise you, I'll listen to you. I'll be obedient and I won't cause trouble for you."

Xiaoqian also stayed, and An Siyu returned to City B alone.

……

At the airport, Mei Lan drove to pick up the person: "I brought the envelope, do you want to read it now?"

An Siyu in the back seat took the envelope from Mei Lan, and the heavy weight in his hand seemed to be pressing on her heart.

"It is estimated that there is a mobile phone in it."

"Thank you."

"Look, I'm concentrating on driving and don't bother you."

When I opened the envelope, there was indeed a smartphone, and a plain white A4 paper with no letterhead or signature.

It's crooked handwriting:

After staying in the dark for too long, I'm so tired, it's finally over.

I said I hate you, it's true.

Because you were my hope, but you cut off the only life-saving straw with your own hands.So my little "revenge" on you.

So I don't hate you anymore, and it's true.

Because I believe that you have the ability to send evil people to hell, and this time, you will become the starlight I see in hell.

In this phone, there is evidence, but I still want to ask you, don't let them be made public.

While alive, I'm not clean, that's a fact.But I want to walk cleanly.If it weren't for such delusional thoughts, I wouldn't be able to survive today.

My mother, she doesn't know what kind of nightmare I have had.I can't say it, I'm afraid that if I say it, she will desperately accompany me to hell.

Sorry for leaving you with such a big problem without permission.

Thank you for reading this letter.

Best wishes to you, and to her.

Suicidal, cowardly people.

I'm not qualified to go to heaven, and I don't want to have an afterlife. I just want to be in hell and wait until the day they come to atone for their sins.

……

The content of the letter was not long. After reading the "suicide note", An Siyu only felt his eyes sore.

As long as she can remember, it seems that she has never cried except when her mother passed away.But at this time today, tears welled up in her eyes.

She knew very well what the so-called evidence in that mobile phone was, and this was the first time she couldn't muster up her courage.

She didn't have the courage to turn on the phone, she didn't have the courage to look at the photos or even the chat records stored in the phone, she didn't have the courage to face the dark world that a girl called "hell".

After a long period of silence, An Siyu looked out the window and called out his friend's name: "Mei Lan, thank you for these years. I am not a qualified friend, nor a qualified lover, nor a qualified child." Safeguarding one's life wisely, putting interests first, making mistakes, not saving one's life, an unkind person like me, how can he be worthy of being treated sincerely by others. Mei Lan, have you ever hated me?"

Mei Lan glanced at the person in the back with a low tone from the mirror: "An Siyu, I never hated you. Momo, she doesn't hate you either. We are fine now, and it is me who should say thank you."

"I want to see her for the last time. I have something to say about being late, and I want to tell her face to face."