Live fortune telling: Sending a top star to prison right from the start.

Tan Meng slowly woke up, her head feeling extremely dizzy, as if she had been hit by a heavy hammer.

She struggled to open her eyes, and the pungent smell of disinfectant instantly filled her nostrils.

The first thing I saw was a stark white ceiling.

"This is... a hospital?" she murmured to herself, her voice hoarse.

In a daze, she felt as if she were having an absurd dream.

He jumped into the river and committed suicide.

Just as she was about to suffocate, her younger brother appeared and swam desperately toward her.

The anxious shouts still seemed to echo in my ears: "Sister, I'm coming to save you, hang in there!"

ridiculous.

Why would he come to save me?

Did she successfully die?

The hospital scene before me was both strange and familiar, and for a moment I couldn't distinguish between reality and a dream.

Tan Meng slowly turned her head and saw a person lying next to the hospital bed. It was Aunt Hua from the village.

Her hair was loosely draped, and her broad back rose and fell slightly with her breathing.

"Aunt Hua, are you dead too?"

Tan Meng's voice carried a hint of confusion and uncertainty, sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet ward.

Aunt Hua was startled awake by the sudden sound and abruptly raised her head.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his face still showed signs of fatigue.

"Oh dear, Meng girl, you're finally awake!"

Her voice carried a hint of joy, yet also a touch of complexity.

"Why did you, child, have such a foolish idea and jump into the river?"

Tan Meng's pupils contracted sharply, and her face was filled with terror.

She refused to believe it wasn't a dream, and even more unwilling to accept the fact that her younger brother might still be in danger.

“My brother…” Her lips trembled, and her voice became increasingly urgent.

Aunt Hua's eyes darkened, and she sighed, saying, "I didn't know the situation. I came to the hospital with you when you were rescued. At that time, your younger brother... was still in the river."

Tan Meng felt a sudden dizziness, and tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes.

Those images of struggling in the river, the younger brother desperately swimming towards him.

The image kept flashing through her mind, becoming clearer and clearer.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..."

Tan Meng sobbed uncontrollably, tearing at her hair with both hands.

She was filled with regret, hating herself for choosing to jump into the river.

Cutting my hand or drinking pesticide, either way is fine.

It won't harm anyone.

Seeing this, Aunt Hua quickly stepped forward, took her hand, and said with heartache.

"I'm going to find him!" Tan Meng suddenly struggled to get up, ignoring her weakness and the pulling of the IV tube.

Aunt Hua was startled by her sudden action and quickly stepped forward to stop her.

"Meng'er, you're not fully recovered yet, you can't move around!" Aunt Hua called out anxiously.

"No, I want to go!" Tan Meng's eyes were filled with determination, and tears kept flowing.

She pulled out the IV drip, endured the discomfort, and began to get dressed.

Hearing the commotion, the nurse came in and said, "Your body still needs to be observed. It's too dangerous to discharge you now."

But Tan Meng wouldn't listen at all. She looked at Aunt Hua and said urgently.

"Aunt Hua, lend me some money, I need to take a taxi to the river."

Seeing the pain and despair in her eyes, Aunt Hua had no choice but to speak.

"Meng girl, I'll go with you."

She was a pitiful little girl.

In families like theirs that favor sons over daughters, gender is the greatest original sin.

It's ridiculous.

Born from beneath women's crotches, yet betraying them.

It was already daylight.

The search and rescue operation along the river is still ongoing.

Everyone knows in their hearts that there is zero hope.

Tan Meng hesitated.

My parents, like soulless wooden figures, hunched over, looked several years older in an instant.

When Tan's mother saw her rushing over, she grabbed her shoulders, her eyes filled with grief and anger.

She shouted hoarsely, "You still know how to come! Look at the mess you've made! Why did you jump into the river? You killed your brother, do you know that? You..."

Before she could finish speaking, Aunt Tan burst into tears, her body swaying precariously.

Tan Meng shook her head desperately, feeling as if her heart was being torn apart, and tears streamed down her face.

"No, no, he won't die..."

With red eyes and a distorted, almost ferocious expression, Tan's father slapped her without saying a word.

Tan Meng staggered from the blow and almost fell.

A red mark quickly appeared on his face, indicating that the force was extremely strong.

He said coldly, "Xiao Feng was swept away by the river while trying to save you, and his whereabouts are still unknown."

He then angrily shouted, "How are you still alive! Why wasn't it you who died! Why wasn't it you who died!"

As he spoke, he slapped Tan Meng hard across the other cheek.

Tan Meng's face quickly became red and swollen.

But the pain in my heart far outweighed the stinging sensation on my face.

The next 50+ hours.

Search and rescue teams and volunteers launched a large-scale search along the river.

Despite her physical weakness, Tan Meng also joined the search team.

She called out Tan Ruifeng's name again and again by the river, her voice becoming hoarse.

at last.

Tan Ruifeng's body was found on a shallow beach downstream.

When Tan Meng saw her cold body, her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.

Her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if her soul had been instantly ripped out, leaving only an empty shell.

The sighs of those around her mingled with her parents' cries, but she could hear nothing.

She crawled over, but was pushed away by Aunt Tan, who said, "Get out of here."

She then threw herself onto her son's body, heartbroken: "My son, open your eyes and look at your mother!"

While crying, Tan's mother suddenly fainted.

"Mom!" Tan Meng struggled to crawl over, but her legs felt like lead, and she couldn't muster any strength.

"This isn't real, this is a nightmare..."

Looking at his son's body, Tan's father was overcome with grief and his reason collapsed instantly.

He rushed towards Tan Meng like a madman, his eyes bloodshot, like a crazed beast.

He roared, his voice distorted with anger and grief: "Give me back my son! Give me back my son!"

Tan's father quickly grabbed Tan Meng's neck with both hands.

Tan Meng did not struggle. She sat on the ground expressionlessly, staring blankly ahead.

As if she had lost all vitality, she let her father's hand tighten its grip.