Zhang Xiaoli had severe suicidal tendencies. She had already attempted suicide three times: poisoning herself had badly damaged her stomach and intestines, and jumping off a cliff had broken one of her legs. Though it had been set, she still limped.
She had seen countless doctors for her illness, and the final diagnosis was severe depression.
Her family had also suspected she was possessed, so they sought out quite a few strange and gifted people to exorcise her demons. They had even invited eminent monks to perform rituals.
Yet none of it had done any good. She had even jumped off a cliff beside a temple once.
After that... that temple had blacklisted her.
But in truth, every time she was rescued after trying to kill herself, she regretted it deeply.
If I hadn't tried to kill myself last time, my stomach and intestines wouldn't be this bad, right?
If I hadn't tried to kill myself last time, even if my stomach still wasn't great, I could wear beautiful high heels.
But the more she thought that way, the more she wanted to die—things were already like this, so what was the point of staying alive?
She had even admitted to the Daoist nun that if she could return to how she had been before her last suicide attempt, she absolutely would never try it again.
This was a typical symptom of self-abandonment. Her mother had originally been the president of a branch of a major bank, but she had specifically quit her job to care for her. She had wanted to hire someone to look after her daughter, but reality proved that only a mother's care could be truly thoughtful.
Fortunately, her father was also a senior executive at a listed company, so the family's finances were decent.
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