Her seventh rebirth, her eighth life.
When she woke, she was in her first year of high school.
Tang Tang got dressed, grabbed some loose change, and rushed out of the house with her phone. She caught the earliest bus to South Mountain Cemetery.
For the eighth time, she saw Su Xiajing's grave.
This time, Tang Tang said nothing. She simply leaned against Su Xiajing's grave and sat there quietly all day, until the cemetery caretaker came to send her away.
When she got home, Tang Xia and Xiao Wangqing had yet to return.
Tang Tang was a little hungry. She looked through the fridge, but there was nothing she wanted to eat.
Last time, she had only lived three or four months. Judging by experience, she would have even less time this time.
What good would eating do?
With so little time left, what good would living do?
No matter how careful she was, no matter how well she took care of herself, she was destined to die young.
If that was the case, why cling to life, waiting for so-called fate to take her away?
There was no need to wait.
Wasn't it her life that it wanted?
Then she would give it what it wanted.
Tang Tang closed the fridge, went into the kitchen, took a knife, and returned to her room. Without hesitation, she drew the freshly sharpened blade across her wrist.
Thirteen hours after her rebirth, she ended this life herself.
Two hours later, when Tang Xia came home, the blood from the room had already spread into the living room.
The pungent smell of blood, the searing red-Tang Xia's legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the floor.
"Tangtang?"
"Tangtang, what happened to you?"
Tang Tang watched the distraught Tang Xia stumble and crawl