The soul sinks into silence, and no one guides you..."
Humming softly to the song Ye Wan sang just now, Yang Weiwei smiled and walked step by step towards the depths of the sea.
The cool sea water hit me in waves, and my skirt got wet and stuck to my body.
The wet feeling was uncomfortable, but Yang Weiwei seemed not to feel it.
All she knew was that her only happiness was gone.
My mind was in a mess, and when I thought about it carefully, I didn't know what I had just thought about.
But once he stopped, he heard Ying Xiaokai's disgusting or perfunctory words, as well as what he had done to Xiao Wan.
Especially, in front of her.
When we were in the ward in the morning, Xiao Wan was also there. Why didn't she expose him?
Annoyance, self-blame, guilt, fear...
Countless emotions rushed towards me, and there was a sentence swirling in my ears: Look, you can't do anything well! It's better to just die!
Yes, forget it if you die!
After death, there is peace.
There was something salty in her mouth, Yang Weiwei thought, it must be the taste of sea water.
"Weiwei, Yang Weiwei..."
Someone seemed to be calling her in the distance.
Yang Weiwei hesitated for a moment and continued walking forward.
No one will care about her.
Won't.
If they cared about her, they would not have abandoned her and made her an orphan.
If he cared about her, Ying Xiaokai would not be reluctant to propose marriage, nor would he want to break up and let her go.
If someone cared about her, she wouldn't have such a difficult life without relatives or friends.
Closing her eyes, Yang Weiwei fell on her back.
The feeling of suffocation was accompanied by endless panic. By the time Yang Weiwei struggled with her hands and feet, it was already too late.
Large mouthfuls of water poured down her nostrils and throat, and she felt her stomach swell.
Not far away, the "Weiwei" who was trying her best was becoming increasingly blurry.
"Weiwei..."
Her heart was trembling. Looking at the dark sea, Ye Wan's voice already had a cry.
With keen eyesight, she saw the waves undulating particularly violently somewhere in the distance, and Ye Wan dived into the water again.
He grabbed Yang Weiwei and when both of them emerged from the sea, Qin Zhiyi, who was holding a flashlight, lost his feet and sat down into the sea.
Ten minutes later, the three wet people sat on the beach.
The police car came, finished writing notes and doing ideological work, and drove away.
The kind police lady also brought three cups of hot drinks.
Drinking hot milk tea and looking at Yang Weiwei who lowered her head like a little quail, Ye Wan looked at Qin Zhiyi and said, "Brother Lan, thank you."
"You're welcome."
Qin Zhiyi shook his head, inexplicably feeling something was wrong.
When he raised his eyes again, he saw Ye Wan roll his eyes in a very unflattering manner, and then winked at him: You can go!
After realizing it later, Qin Zhiyi got up and left.
"Weiwei, I have two pieces of good news. Which one do you want to hear first?"
Ye Wan sat next to Yang Weiwei.
Yang Weiwei turned to look at the girl beside her and blinked.
Since they are both good news, does it make any difference which one you listen to first?
It seems... right.
Ye Wan touched her nose nonchalantly, "Don't worry about the details."
"The first good news is that starting from today, you have an extra good sister, and that's me!"
With a proud look on her face, Ye Wan threw a wink at Yang Weiwei and asked, "What do you think about the fateful friendship?"
Eyes are hot.
My heart is soft.
Yang Weiwei lowered her head to hide her tears, looked at Ye Wan and nodded heavily, "Yes, it's good news."
"Where's the other one?"
Ye Wan hesitated for a moment.
The other one should be considered good news... right?