'Everything familiar around her had changed. Everyone had abandoned her—her once-inseparable friends, even her family.'
'Everyone looked at her with terrified, fearful eyes. In the years that followed, she dreamed every day of her teacher, covered in blood with a twisted expression, calling her name.'
'Under the collapse of her heart and the influence of outside factors, she finally broke down. She wanted to kill herself, to use death to end it all, but in the end, she gave up because she was too scared...'
Wu Liang closed his eyes and sorted through what Ning Shuang had told him.
Because she had accidentally killed someone, the incident had become her inner demon.
Not only had she been unable to move on from it, it had instead become shackles binding her.
Han Yu had brought up the matter, which was why Ning Shuang's psychological defenses had crumbled.
"Unable to escape that trauma..."
Wu Liang murmured softly. Han Yu had casually mentioned murderers.
That had caused the memories Ning Shuang had buried deep in her heart, memories she had refused to revisit, to resurface.
Blood, murderers, a dim and lightless classroom—every memory appeared before Ning Shuang again.
That blood-soaked scene from the past clung to Ning Shuang's heart like a nightmare she could not forget.
"But that girl... it seemed she hadn't told me the whole story..."
He slowly opened his eyes and looked out the window. Ning Shuang had only told him part of what had happened.
Why did he think that? Because the story Ning Shuang had told was full of far too many holes...
Shattered Fragments
The story Ning Shuang had first described had far too many flaws—so many that Wu Liang felt helpless.
That incident from the past was likely far more complicated than she had made it