Behind her, Li Jing's homeroom teacher also followed, seeing Jiang Rong racing upstairs and feeling puzzled.
As she caught up, she saw the striking fresh blood on the floor and felt her heart leap, hurriedly running towards the rooftop.
Li Jing reached the rooftop, raising her head to gaze at the sky so vast and empty, yet her heart felt profoundly painful.
She lowered her eyes to the deserted campus, her gaze filled with hatred and anguish.
Why, when she hadn't done anything wrong, did those people have to bully her?
Why, after she had apologized, did those demons not spare her?
Why, when she sought help from everyone, did no one assist her?
Why did no one come to save her?
If she died, would it allow her to escape those demons?
If she died, would those who coldly watched regret it?
If she died, she could be freed... right?
Li Jing's mind was continually tormented by the recent month's daily pain and grievances.
