Let me win you over, and you'll become a heartthrob before I even begin?

"Why can't I get through on the phone?" Sheng Zhixin murmured.

She felt something was off.

Sheng Zhixin had her assistant take her to the university where Yan Weixi was, but she couldn't find her. She had no choice but to change her strategy and call Li Yao.

Before I could even dial the number, I saw Li Yao running all the way.

"Stop!"

Sheng Zhixin's voice startled the driver, who immediately stopped the car. The brakes screeched as the car came to a screeching halt, and Sheng Zhixin lurched forward abruptly due to inertia.

She quickly regained her balance, pushed open the car door, stepped over it, and nimbly got out.

"Li Yao! Where are you going?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Li Yao turned around abruptly, her face streaked with tears, which startled Sheng Zhixin.

"Yaoyao, why are you crying?"

Li Yao choked up and said quickly, "Xin Xin, please take me to St. Lia's quickly! The teacher said Xi Xi is going to jump off a building!"

Tears welled up in Li Yao's eyes, almost blurring her vision.

Upon hearing this, Sheng Zhixin disregarded everything else and immediately pulled Li Yao into the car, sternly ordering, "Go to St. Lia! I'll cover all the tickets!"

Upon hearing Sheng Zhixin's anxious voice and what Li Yao had said, and thinking of the life-or-death situation, the driver stepped on the gas pedal without hesitation.

But we got stuck in traffic.

The driver looked up and saw the long line of cars as clogged as a drainpipe, and said with difficulty, "Miss, this is too congested, we can't get through at all."

Seeing the road completely blocked, Sheng Zhixin gritted her teeth, pushed open the car door, and said, "Let's get out and run over there first. Uncle Chen, pick us up as soon as you're done!"

"Understood, Miss!"

Sheng Zhixin pulled Li Yao out of the traffic and back to the sidewalk. They ran as fast as they could, wishing they could sprout two wheels of fire under their feet and fly over to save time.

Along the way, Sheng Zhixin prayed silently that it wouldn't be Yan Weixi.

Yan Weixi will definitely be safe and sound.

Her Xixi will definitely be alright...

Until they reached St. Lia, Li Yao, familiar with the place, pulled her to the spot the teacher had mentioned.

Sure enough, a large crowd had already gathered below.

Li Yao and Sheng Zhixin looked up and saw the figure on the rooftop swaying precariously in the wind, constantly overlapping with the figure in their memories. In a moment of impulsiveness, they disregarded the people below and immediately ran upstairs.

As soon as she ran upstairs, Li Yao rushed to Yan Weixi, crying and begging Yan Weixi not to leave her alone anymore.

Before Sheng Zhixin could speak, she saw the figure in the wind fall down.

"Do not!!!"

Sheng Zhixin ran over without thinking, trying to grab her fingers, but failed.

She saw with her own eyes the familiar figure falling rapidly.

The figure in his eyes gradually disappeared.

Sheng Zhixin gasped for breath, clutching her hair in despair, and suddenly crouched down: "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!"

The piercing screams dissipated on the empty rooftop, gradually transforming into a loss of emotional control and an outpouring of regret.

And now.

The reality proved her prayers were worthless.

*

Sheng Zhixin locked herself in her room for a month. She didn't know how to face this cruel reality and refused to see anyone who came to find her.

Even now, she still can't believe that Yan Weixi is really dead.

But clearly, she participated in the burial as well.

It rained heavily that day.

On the other side is Li Yao's tombstone.

Shen Yunchi knelt on the ground in anguish, repenting for his actions.

Lian Yiheng remained silent, unwilling to speak.

The others were even more preoccupied with talking to themselves and blaming themselves.

Some people didn't even come.

The cacophony around her agitated Sheng Zhixin, snapping her already taut nerves and causing her to break down hysterically.

"enough!"

Why are none of you willing to stay with her?

What's the point of just talking on and on?

The person is dead!

She's dead!

"What's the use of your repentance and regret now!"

"You all promised me you would take good care of her, you were all lying to me!"

"Boom——"

A sudden clap of thunder shattered the dark sky, illuminating the chaotic scene of people scattered in disarray.

Everyone's face was ashen, suppressing their already collapsing emotions.

Sheng Zhixin finally couldn't hold on any longer, knelt on the ground, covered her face and cried uncontrollably, not daring to look at anyone else, let alone the tombstone in front of her.

"It's me."

"It's my fault for not being there for her."

"I'm the liar!"

"I promised to protect her forever, but I couldn't even keep her alive!"

"What am I protecting?"

"I'm the bastard!"

She choked back tears, barely able to speak: "If..."

"if……"

"If I stay with her, will things stop like this?"

The others tacitly averted their eyes and did not look at her again.

this matter.

No one is wrong.

But it seems like everyone is wrong.

*

Sheng Zhixin buried her face in her arms, not wanting to speak or think.

My phone suddenly chimed.

She didn't want to look; she turned her head away, wanting only to stay quietly. In that instant, she saw her phone light up, displaying the name "Xi Xi."

As if she had regained her composure, she frantically picked up her phone, almost dropping it from her hand.

She clicked on it and took a look.

It's a scheduled message.

[XiXi: Happy Birthday, XinXin! I was afraid I wouldn't be able to post this at midnight, so I set a timer. In the new year, our XinXin has grown up again. Congratulations on turning another year older, XinXin! I hope our XinXin is safe and sound every day, carefree year after year, and that we'll always be together!]

"Clap."

Tears fell onto the phone screen.

In the dark room, in the only light, every word is the most sincere blessing from the most important person.

I had just finished reading it when a message popped up from my assistant.

She opened the message her assistant had sent her, which detailed Yan Weixi's previous actions and experiences.

Previously, she had been waiting for Xixi to tell her.

She didn't want to investigate Xixi's affairs without permission; she felt it was disrespectful to Xixi.

But she waited and waited.

Ultimately, I had to investigate it myself.

She looked at the assistant's words and sentences, which were clearly just a business summary from the assistant.

But those words were too sharp, like knives cutting into her heart, yet through the past between the lines, she could see that this same knife was also scraping Yan Weixi's heart.

She matched the time together and realized it was exactly the time when Yan Weixi was no longer willing to video call her.

It was when she felt something was off.

Sheng Zhixin hurriedly opened their chat history.

The handwriting that I was completely unaware of at the time.

At this moment, what she saw was no longer words or phrases.

Instead, it was Yan Weixi's repeated pleas for help.

Fewer and fewer chat logs, increasingly taciturn replies, seem to conceal turbulent undercurrents. Seemingly calm, they seem to leap off the phone screen, each word rearranged, transforming into one life-saving sentence after another.

Through these words, she seemed to see Yan Weixi from the past, standing on a precarious cliff, calling out to her for help again and again.

"help me."

"Please, please save me."

"I'm in so much pain."