He Jianjie read Xiao Yu's reply, "I've got you," and his eyes instantly reddened, tears almost spilling out.
Actually, he knew that what had happened to him really was no big deal. It was merely a trigger, the last straw that broke the camel's back.
His real suffering came from the pressure that had accumulated day after day.
He was a miserable high school senior, and every senior was under a great deal of pressure.
He Jianjie knew that, of course, but he just felt that he might be the most stressed person in the world.
Perhaps others would tear into him, saying there were plenty of people in this world who had it worse. He did not deny that.
But everyone grew up in a different environment, which naturally gave them different capacities for handling stress.
Some people wanted to jump off a building after failing a single exam, while others born deaf and mute, with missing or impaired limbs, still lived on with determination.
Who cared about the emotional abuse the former had suffered since childhood, or the encouragement and help the latter had received growing up?
And now, He Jianjie was already on the verge of breaking under the pressure.
It all came down to one sentence: no matter how wronged he felt, no one would ever understand.
At home, his parents and sister looked down on him and treated him differently. Outside, relatives and friends looked down on him, and at school, his classmates and teachers did too.
The way he felt, his very existence was nothing but an unwanted burden.
What made it even worse was his sister.
She was showered with everyone's love.
Without comparisons or favoritism, there would be no hurt.
To trace how it all began, they would have to go