Chapter 33: The 33rd Day of Transmigration — A Showdown Between Two Madmen (Ning…)

After finishing her livestream, Yun Shuning sat down at her desk and began practicing her painting.

In fact, her teacher had once commented that her talent was about average compared to most people learning how to paint. She couldn’t be considered a genius, but she wasn’t completely without talent either.

What surprised the teacher was her gift for using color—not the kind of perfect color-mixing driven by a clear artistic vision, but rather a kind of warmth that always emanated from her palette.

No matter how cold the tones were, once she adjusted them, her brush would somehow always imbue them with a sense of warm dreaminess.

Perhaps it was because her past had been too bleak that she couldn’t help but yearn for sunlight.

Aside from her use of color, she also had a knack for capturing human expressions.

Possibly because she was an actress, she had spent much of her life studying her own expressions in the mirror, or standing at street corners watching the passing crowd.

So in her drawings, although her lines might not be professional, and her strokes were clearly raw, the eyes of the people she painted often bore a striking resemblance to real ones.

But apart from the eyes, her work could only be described as bizarre—oddly proportioned figures and strange poses.

Looking at her newly completed portrait depicting her childhood, Yun Shuning stared at it for a long time. If it weren’t for the distinctive outfit she remembered so clearly, she wouldn’t have recognized herself at all.

Even the eyes she was best at drawing turned out weird. Sometimes, the person who knows you best is yourself, and sometimes, the one who understands you the least… is also yourself.

Resigned, she put away today’s so-called “masterpiece” and prepared to attend tomorrow’s class dutifully with her teacher.

“Meow~”

Xiaobai’s raspy cry snapped her out of her thoughts. Since there were lots of art supplies on the desk—possibly harmful to cats—she always kept the door closed while painting.

Having gotten used to Xiaobai’s voice, she didn’t find it as unpleasant as netizens claimed. After all, no matter how bad a kitten’s meow was, it couldn’t sound that bad.

She cleaned up the desk, opened the door, and looked down at the now noticeably larger orange cat. Shaking her head helplessly, she said, “No wonder you’re a big orange.”

Having lived with Xiaobai for so long, she was already a seasoned cat slave—changing water, refilling food, cleaning the litter box, all in quick succession.

By the time she finished the routine, it was lunchtime.

Life had been peaceful lately. Su Muqing hadn’t disturbed her in a while, and she no longer had to be so on edge every time she stepped outside.

Even Yu Cheng hadn’t sent her gifts in a long time.

She figured he must’ve just been acting on a whim, and once that phase passed, he’d calm down.

That’s what she thought—until she opened the door and saw someone leaning against the hallway wall, clearly having stood there for some time.

Yu Cheng was dressed lightly today. He wasn’t wearing his signature red, but a simple black sweater instead.

The black made his complexion look even paler—so much so that even his lips were devoid of color.

Looking at him like this, she suddenly recalled the time when she had first arrived in this world and had to ruin her health just to maintain her character design.

But right now, Yu Cheng looked even more frail than she had been back then.

When he heard the door open, Yu Cheng turned around. Backlit by the light, she couldn’t make out his expression clearly, but she could feel the weight of his gaze, as if it were frozen on her.

Yun Shuning watched him walk step by step toward her. She subtly adjusted her posture, making herself appear calm and composed. A hint of surprise surfaced in her eyes, as if she were puzzled by his sudden appearance.

“President Yu,” she nodded slightly at him, trying her best to ignore his unusual weakness.

“I don’t like when you call me that.” Right now, Yu Cheng looked as if he had shed his usual arrogance. That trace of condescension in his eyes had completely vanished.

At this moment, he was finally treating Yun Shuning as someone he could interact with on equal footing. “We’ve met so many times, yet you still call me that.”

As he spoke, a hint of grievance crept into his eyes. “I don’t even have your contact information—when all of them do.”

In truth, there were countless ways he could contact her. Her information was still sitting in his study.

But he didn’t want to resort to those means. He wanted her to tell him personally.

“President Yu,” Yun Shuning looked at his expression, and her heart slowly sank. She realized she had underestimated Yu Cheng’s obsession with her.

She quickly ran through every interaction they’d had, and her surprise only grew.

In the beginning, Yu Cheng had clearly disliked her. His tone and behavior had all shown contempt.

So what had triggered the change?

She stared into his eyes. His dark pupils didn’t reveal much, but she could sense the faint jealousy and longing emanating from him.

What was he jealous of? What did he desire?

Yu Cheng was someone who could get anything he wanted. What could she possibly possess that was worthy of his envy or longing?

It wasn’t material. Then it must be…

A sudden realization dawned on her. For someone who was indifferent to the world and even to himself—what could he possibly crave?

If her guess was right, what he wanted was the deep affection she had portrayed for He Yan.

That kind of love that remembered someone no matter where they were, no matter if they were alive or dead.

With that thought, she recalled the moments when Yu Cheng’s attitude had changed toward her. As expected, they all aligned with the times her lies about her love for He Yan had grown more elaborate.

Even though she had thought all that through, only a few seconds had passed in reality. Now that she understood the reason behind his unusual behavior, she also had a strategy to deal with it.

“We’ve only met a few times. I don’t think we’re at the point where we should exchange contact information,” she replied, her voice distant and unfamiliar.

After all, they weren’t really close.

Hearing her reply, the darkness in Yu Cheng’s eyes deepened. He had already predicted she would respond like this, which was why he had hesitated outside her door.

But he hadn’t expected that even after lowering himself this much, her attitude would remain unchanged.

These past few days, when the whole world was celebrating the love between her and He Yan, the pain in his heart had grown so intense that he could no longer tell whether he simply wanted the kind of unwavering love she had given He Yan—or if what he truly wanted… was Yun Shuning herself.

He could only numb himself with that pain, forcing himself not to think too much.

Compared to He Yan, at least he could live longer. That was his only advantage.

He took a small step forward. The motion tugged at the wounds on his body—cuts that hadn’t yet healed—sending a dull ache through him, forcing him to restrain himself so he wouldn’t scare her.

“Shushu,” he stopped a short distance away from her—a socially acceptable distance that wouldn’t make her feel fear or pressure.

“I don’t think I’ve ever called you that before.” One had to admit, when Yu Cheng wasn’t obsessively flaunting his madness, and instead focused all his attention on a person, it was easy to make someone feel like they were his only one. “If I call you that, would it make you uncomfortable?”

Yun Shuning felt his gaze. Her first reaction wasn’t to be moved, but to quietly raise her internal defense level to the highest alert.

If Yu Cheng only liked her because of her unwavering love for He Yan, then what would happen if she turned around and fell for someone else.

He would think that such a feeling was nothing special and, later, perhaps from a position of superiority, say to her that he had misjudged her.

That would be fine; what she feared was that this madman, if he thought she had ruined the perfect image he had of her in his heart, might do something excessive, something like what had happened to the original character in the novel.

As soon as that thought crossed her mind, Yun Shuning felt a cold sweat break out on her back.

No matter what, she only loved He Yan and could only love He Yan.

So, in the face of someone like Yu Cheng, the only thing she could do was refuse.

“How you address me is your prerogative, and I can’t interfere.” Yun Shuning, seemingly unaware of the emotions in his eyes, looked away and said lightly, “If Mr. Yu has no further matters, then I’ll be going back to my work.”

As she spoke, she walked past him with an almost indifferent air.

“Shu Shu.” Watching her retreating figure, Yu Cheng suddenly spoke, “If I said… I liked you…”

“Then I hope Mr. Yu meets the woman who truly deserves your affection, one who loves you back.” Yun Shuning said without turning around.

“Yun Shuning.” Yu Cheng quickly stepped in front of her, raising his voice, “Is it really only He Yan for you?”

“Even if he’s already…” He opened his mouth but still couldn’t bring himself to say the word “dead.”

“Mr. Yu,” Yun Shuning looked at him, her gaze firm.

Hearing this unfamiliar form of address, Yu Cheng suddenly felt a chilling emptiness in his heart.

The word “Mr.” that would usually sound sweet and warm between partners now felt so cold and distant in this situation.

“I didn’t know my existence has caused you so much trouble.” She stood upright, her eyes carrying a faint apology. “In order to make things easier for you in the future, I think it’s best if we no longer meet.”

Her rejection was decisive and quick, leaving Yu Cheng no time to react. “If Mr. Yu comes here looking for me again, I’ll consider moving to another place.”

“If we happen to run into each other outside, I’ll pretend not to know you.”

“So, I’m sorry.”

After saying that, Yun Shuning left without a second glance at his reaction and walked away down the hallway.

In reality, what she had done today was very dangerous, because Yu Cheng was too unstable, and no one could predict what he might do when rejected.

But in that moment, she had no choice but to reject him, without leaving any room for misunderstanding.

Only in this way could she completely sever any ties with Yu Cheng.

Fortunately, she had won the gamble.

Thinking back to the cold sweat that had been visibly dripping from him earlier, she knew his body was in a weakened state—perhaps there were still the wounds from the original novel, the ones he had inflicted on himself on purpose. But she couldn’t do anything about it.

She couldn’t offer him any response.

At the end of the day, everything she had done—both the lie she had told He Yan about being in love with him, and this firm rejection of Yu Cheng—had only one reason: she just wanted to survive.

…

“He Chen, do you know how long it’s been since you’ve spent time with your girlfriend?” Lin Wan pouted as she complained into the phone, her face expressionless. “I know you’re busy, but you can’t just leave me here all alone.”

As she spoke, there was a hint of grievance in her voice. “I miss you.”

“Sorry, Wan Wan.” He Chen, listening to her voice through the phone, rubbed his tired forehead and spoke gently, trying to placate her. “Tonight, I’ll take you to that sushi place you like. How about that?”

“I’m not asking you to accompany me,” Lin Wan’s voice remained sweet as always, though with a slightly mocking smile on her face. “You should take care of yourself too. You’ve been working so much, don’t forget to rest.”

“Okay, I got it,” He Chen said, smiling as he nodded. “I’ll pick you up tonight.”

“Alright.”

After hanging up, Lin Wan casually tossed her phone onto the sofa.

For the past few days, she had been keeping an eye on the situation regarding Yun Shuning.

As a woman herself, and one who didn’t believe much in love, Lin Wan couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy toward He Yan for receiving such love from Yun Shuning. And that was just her feelings—imagine how everyone else must feel.

The colder and more distant a person was, the more they would crave that kind of pure love.

But how could that be possible? In this world, giving and receiving are always relative.

If He Chen was simply longing for that kind of love, there wouldn’t be any issue. She could act for him, pretending like she only had him in her heart.

But when the official Weibo account of the He Corporation posted that announcement, she realized that his feelings for Yun Shuning had already changed.

The official account of He Corporation wouldn’t have posted that without his approval. He Chen was a rational man. Before making a decision, he would always weigh the consequences carefully.

This time, He Chen must have known exactly what the repercussions would be when He Corporation confirmed Yun Shuning’s relationship with He Yan. Yet, he still chose to go through with it.

After that post went live, the day He Chen would formally take over the company seemed even more distant.

He Chen’s inheritance of He Corporation was a given. If it weren’t for this, why would Lin Wan have rejected the excellent offers from F-country’s Chi Han and chosen to return to China?

It wasn’t just about He Chen’s inheritance being nearer—it was because of that.

When she first started dating He Chen, she had been foolishly believing in love. But when she had to leave, embarrassed by his fiancée, she had realized: love means nothing in this world.

Money and power are what truly captivate people.

If she had started out with a noble family and endless wealth, she might have waited like a princess in a castle for her prince. But she wasn’t that. She was just a maid, clinging desperately to anything she could grab, clawing her way to the top.

Now, she had to act quickly to make He Chen stop focusing on Yun Shuning.

What should she do?

She slowly walked to the window, looking at the hurried pedestrians below. “Since they love the love Yun Shuning has for He Yan, what if she started liking someone else instead…”

Then she wouldn’t be worth his attention anymore.

Even though Yun Shuning loved He Yan so much, everyone had their weaknesses. Lin Wan didn’t necessarily need to make Yun Shuning fall in love with someone else again.

Sometimes, what she needed was just a blemish.

The more perfect the love, the more it couldn’t have a stain, because even a single dark spot would draw all eyes to it.

And the only person who could accomplish that, without regard for consequences, was Yu Cheng.

Sometimes, madness is a strange emotion—it represents endless possibilities.

With that thought, she gathered her emotions, turned around, and returned to the sofa, picking up her phone.

Secretary Ming had never seen Yu Cheng like this.

The Yu Cheng he knew was bold and fearless, ruthless with himself but always had a light in his eyes.

He knew what he wanted and would go after it, regardless of the cost. Many people thought of this as him being mad.

But now, Yu Cheng seemed surrounded by a deathly silence, his previous recklessness disappearing without a trace.

As he carefully applied medicine to his open wound, his presence seemed to have faded completely.

Today, Yu Cheng had gone to find Yun Shuning because he had seen how much he had hurt himself. With no other choice, he had suggested that Yu Cheng confess everything to Yun Shuning.

Though he knew Yun Shuning would certainly reject him, he never expected her rejection to be so harsh.

Although he didn’t know exactly what had happened, he could guess from the aura around Yu Cheng.

It was likely not just a cold rejection. It was probably something firmer, like a declaration that they should never meet again.

He didn’t care about the monthly bonuses. After all, most of his income came from the company’s dividends. Losing a small bonus didn’t bother him, but facing Yu Cheng’s fury was something he didn’t want to deal with.

Right now, he was grateful that Yu Cheng was still in control, or he would have knocked him out and sent him to the hospital.

He applied the medicine to Yu Cheng’s left arm, took a deep breath, and was about to speak when the sudden ringing of a phone broke the silence.

Secretary Ming let out a sigh of relief, grabbed the phone nearby, and checked the caller ID. Weakly, he said, “Mr. Yu, it’s Miss Lin Wan.”

The room fell silent, the only sound being the ringing phone. Yu Cheng didn’t even move his eyes.

A minute later, the phone stopped ringing, and Secretary Ming reluctantly moved forward to continue applying medicine to his other arm.

Then, the phone rang again.

He carefully brought the phone to Yu Cheng, cautiously asking, “Mr. Yu, do you want to answer?”

Yu Cheng glanced at him, then coldly took the phone. One second, two seconds… only when the phone was about to hang up did he slowly answer.

“Yu Cheng, why didn’t you pick up the phone? Are you feeling unwell?”

Yu Cheng listened to the voice on the other end, stretched out his hand, signaling Secretary Ming to continue with the medicine. His tone was casual, even lazy, and when the voice on the phone quieted down, he responded with a simple “mm” to indicate for the other person to continue.

People’s biases are strange. When he favored Lin Wan, no matter what she said, he found it acceptable, even thinking her little schemes were cute.

But now, when he saw Lin Wan as just a familiar person, he suddenly felt that everything he had done for her was pointless.

How foolish he had been, letting her words control him.

Lin Wan had ended up with He Chen because of his efforts as the third party.

Looking back, he realized that at the time, he had been willing to be used.

It didn’t seem like him at all.

He wouldn’t regret it, but he found it boring.

As he listened to the voice on the phone, it grew more anxious, losing the initial gentleness. He smirked sarcastically.

Secretary Ming continued to apply medicine, but he was carefully observing Yu Cheng’s attitude.

As a secretary, it was important to understand his boss’s feelings toward certain people. It would help him know how to treat them accordingly.

Whatever Lin Wan said, it seemed to trigger something in Yu Cheng.

Secretary Ming’s hand trembled for a moment, almost poking the wound.

“Lin Wan, you’re too impatient,” Yu Cheng said expressionlessly, his voice thick with meaning.

“However, I’ll try your suggestion.” He toyed with the phone, his eyes dark with deep thoughts: anyway, it couldn’t get any worse, could it?

After Yun Shuning rejected Yu Cheng, she was initially on edge, fearing that he might suddenly go crazy at any moment.

Although, according to the original story, Yu Cheng wouldn’t harm someone he liked, there’s always a chance.

Now that the original story was falling apart, who knew whether the male supporting characters would also escape the author’s control?

Moreover, for her, this world was no longer just the world within the book.

In this world, there were many people, many fans and audiences she cared about, the restaurant downstairs, the painting institution she was attending, all kinds of people—together, they made up this complete world.

So, she cherished this world immensely.

Sometimes, there are things that you don’t want to think about, but once you do, they inevitably happen.

After finishing her livestream that morning, Yun Shuning had been sitting on the balcony’s rocking chair, enjoying the sun with Xiao Bai, her cat.

While she was enjoying her daily moment of relaxation, her phone suddenly rang.

The screen displayed an unfamiliar number.

With hesitation, Yun Shuning picked up the call, and in the next second, she heard a familiar voice:

“Shushu.”

“Yu Cheng?” Her voice carried a hint of surprise. “Is there something you need from me?”

“I’m at Rui Ming Xuan, in the same private room where we ate last time,” Yu Cheng didn’t answer her question, instead casually telling her his location. “Shushu, I want to see you again. Is that okay?”

“Since you don’t want me to appear in front of you, how about you come find me instead?”

Yun Shuning listened to the voice on the phone, her brows furrowing slightly. Something about Yu Cheng’s current state seemed off.

“Mr. Yu, are you okay right now?” she asked cautiously.

“If you come, I’ll be fine. If you don’t, then I might not be okay,” Yu Cheng’s voice sounded patient, and at the end, he added with a smile, closing off any retreat for her, “If it’s an ambulance or a police car that comes, I might be even worse.”

It was as though he were casually discussing a normal matter, and at the end, he even remembered to smile before hanging up.

After the call ended, Yun Shuning suddenly remembered that in the latter half of the original story, when Lin Wan was about to marry He Chen, Yu Cheng had also used suicide to pressure her.

What was even more terrifying was that he wasn’t just trying to intimidate others—he truly wanted to die.

She knew that if someone genuinely wanted to die, no one could stop them.

At that time, Lin Wan had gone to the location he mentioned, but after the first time, there had been a second, a third…

In the end, Lin Wan gave up, and Yu Cheng really ended his life that night.

She had tried to avoid thinking about the fates of those characters in the original story, but not thinking didn’t mean she was unaware.

It seemed that this time, Yu Cheng planned to use the same tactics on her that he had used on Lin Wan.

Yun Shuning’s face became serious. Should she go?

Actually, she didn’t have to go. After all, Yu Cheng had made the decision to end his own life. What did it have to do with her?

She could save him the first time, maybe the second, but then what? Keep saving him like Lin Wan? Or should she agree to his request and be with him?

She shouldn’t go.

But Su Muqing had correctly found her weakness—she was truly soft-hearted.

Yun Shuning put on her coat, her face expressionless, and went to Rui Ming Xuan.

In the private room, the benches and tables looked the same as she remembered, but now, she was no longer the person who feared being exposed and could only act desperately.

Yun Shuning looked at the person leisurely grinding something by the side, her gaze slightly stunned.

Yu Cheng was wearing a dark red shirt, his sleeves rolled up for ease of movement, revealing the shocking scars on his arms.

One scar after another—some were healed, but many were fresh, the wounds still showing signs of redness.

In that moment, she felt a deeper understanding of Yu Cheng’s madness.

He truly could do anything.

“Shushu.” Noticing her gaze lingering on his arms, he calmly smiled, no longer hiding anything from her like he used to.

He poured the ground white powder into a nearby wine glass filled with red wine and casually swirled it.

“What’s that?” Yun Shuning asked, her tone neutral, as though simply asking about something she didn’t understand.

“Some sleep aid,” Yu Cheng stood still, staring at her absentmindedly as he explained without concern.

Upon hearing his answer, her expression shifted slightly.

A large dose of sleeping pills could be fatal, and the alcohol in the red wine would enhance the effects of the sleeping pills, making it even more dangerous.

“Mr. Yu, what exactly did you want to see me for?” She forced herself to ignore the wine glass in his hand and asked seriously.

“Shushu, can you like me, even just a little bit?” Yu Cheng answered without addressing her question. His voice was incredibly gentle, yet… dangerously so.

“Just a little.”

“Is that a threat?” Yun Shuning took a deep breath, her gaze calm, as if she wasn’t worried at all about what he might do after her refusal.

“No.” Yu Cheng’s gaze remained fixed on her, noticing the concern hidden beneath her calm expression. He softened his gaze. “It’s a plea.”

He shook his empty hand as if helplessly, then added, “Shushu, you’re just too soft-hearted.”

Sometimes, being soft-hearted wasn’t a good thing.

But right now, he was exploiting that very weakness.

“Yu Cheng, I really don’t understand what you’re thinking.” Yun Shuning looked at his actions and slowly took two steps forward, but her destination wasn’t Yu Cheng’s side—it was the dining table nearby.

“Do you really like me this much?” She stared at him, and all she saw in his eyes was obsession.

She was sure—there was no love in his eyes.

Yu Cheng asked in return, “Can you like me just a little now?”

“What if I say no?”

“Would you really say that?” Yu Cheng asked with a smile, then lifted his wine glass, taking a gentle sip.

At this dose, an adult might be able to handle it, but any more…

Yun Shuning watched his actions, slowly diverting her gaze.

Sometimes, it was truly terrible to have one’s weakness exposed.

But at this moment, she was incredibly clear-headed.

She knew she couldn’t give in to Yu Cheng’s request. A person’s bottom line could shift, but once she let go of her line because of him, there would be a second, a third time…

Human hearts are greedy. The demands Yu Cheng made would only get more extreme, until her bottom line was completely shattered.

At that point, her deep love for He Yan would be nothing but a joke.

But what should she do to break this situation?

It’s impossible to reason with a madman. The only way to make a madman back down is if… she’s even crazier than him.

“Or, can I borrow a hug from you?” Yu Cheng looked at her, sighed, still reluctant to pressure her too much.

Anyway, he had plenty of time.

“What if I still say no?” Yun Shuning glanced at the utensils on the table, and a wild idea crossed her mind.

Yu Cheng raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, only sipping his wine again.

“Shushu, don’t worry, the hospital is very close. Even if I drink all of it, nothing will happen,” he said softly, but he couldn’t even explain to himself what he was really thinking.

Did he really want Yun Shuning to come up and hug him?

But if she actually did, he would feel strange.

“I see.” Yun Shuning blinked and gave him a faint smile, which vanished in an instant, breathtakingly beautiful.

“Have I ever told you…” Her voice was as soft as a sigh. “Actually, death is a form of relief for me.”

Before Yu Cheng could think about what she meant by that, she grabbed the knife on the table. The blade wasn’t particularly sharp, but if handled with enough force and speed, it could still cause harm.

She held the knife, winked at him, and her voice was free of any nervousness or fear, instead sounding playful: “I wonder if this knife is sterilized?”

Yu Cheng felt like time slowed down at that moment. He could clearly see Yun Shuning casually placing the knife on her left wrist, then smiling at him, her eyes reflecting the same madness he felt.

At that moment, he suddenly realized—they were the same. Both equally mad, both equally ruthless with themselves.

Lin Wan had been keeping track of Yu Cheng’s schedule recently, and when she saw that he had booked a spot at this location, she realized he was making his move.

She understood Yu Cheng’s madness all too well and didn’t think Yun Shuning could refuse someone so mad.

So, she had invited He Chen to join her for a meal at the same time.

Originally, she just wanted him to witness something that would make him waver in his affection for Yun Shuning. But to her surprise, as soon as they reached the door of the private room, they saw a glaring splash of red.

The door to the private room was half-open, and though they couldn’t see the expressions of those inside, they saw the bloodstained figure on the floor.

“Yun Shuning!” Both Yu Cheng and He Chen exclaimed at the same time, their voices filled with panic, urgency, and… heartache.

Yun Shuning felt the pain from her wrist and barely held back the urge to grit her teeth in pain: Damn, it really hurts.

If the knife were sharper, it wouldn’t be as bad, but this knife was a bit dull, and she had used too much force to make sure it would cut through.

Seeing the blood gushing from her wrist, she suddenly realized she might pass out from the sight of blood.

In the last second before she lost consciousness, she weakly murmured, “Why did it have to be this private room? Wouldn’t it have been better to change to another one?”

This was clearly He Yan’s favorite private room.

After saying that, she lost consciousness.

She didn’t know that this simple statement made Yu Cheng’s steps falter for a moment, which allowed He Chen to rush in from outside.

He didn’t have time to say anything, only quickly picking her up and rushing her to the hospital.

Yu Cheng listened to the screams and frantic shouts coming from outside, and in that moment, he suddenly had a feeling:

In this world, apart from Yun Shuning, he could never love anyone else.

He raised his glass and drank it all, his expression blank.

At this moment, he finally understood his heart: he loved Yun Shuning, loved this Yun Shuning who loved He Yan so deeply, loved this crazy Yun Shuning.

Rui Ming Xuan was located in a bustling area, so if anything happened, it would spread easily.

Sure enough, not long after Yun Shuning was sent to the hospital, some ambiguous messages started to surface online.

“Troubled by love, a woman attempts suicide for love. What could have made her so desperate?”

“The love-hate entanglements at Rui Ming Xuan—why did this woman want to give up her life?”

…

These reports were mixed, and no one knew what was true.

But these reports came with photos, and some of Shuyan’s most loyal fans accidentally clicked and saw the bloodstained figure in the pictures. Their fingers trembled slightly.

Was this person who attempted suicide… Shushu??!!