Sanhua Killed Herself

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Sanhua returned to her room and didn't go out; she locked herself inside.

In front of her lay the letters Kexi had written to her, a total of ninety-six letters over twelve years.

Some were lost during her years of wandering.

Some of the edges were worn out, and some still bore the mud stains from when they were wandering.

She opened each letter one by one and read them word by word.

With each letter she read, those days would relive in her mind.

It was as if she was reliving those difficult days that gave her the will to live.

"Hehe."

She let out a soft chuckle.

It's hard to tell whether it's mockery or relief.

Whether these letters were well-intentioned or lies, true or false, she no longer wanted to distinguish.

Because regardless of whether they were true or false, they were the beliefs that kept her alive.

This will not change regardless of who the letter writer is.

Her town was swallowed up by sea erosion years ago, Tacet Discord have ravaged the entire town.

She was the only child who was pulled from the rubble by the late -Midnight Rangers.

After the disaster, she awakened the Resonance Ability with the wind and snow, but she couldn't control it at all.

The body will unconsciously exude extreme cold, and those who get close will suffer frostbite.

Everyone was afraid of her, avoided her, and called her a jinx, a monster.

In her distorted vision, everything in the world was a hideous, grotesque shadow.

She lived in mental torment, afraid to get close to anyone, fearing that one day she would lose control and freeze innocent people into ice blocks as well.

She chose to exile herself.

When they were hungry, they would rummage through the trash can; when they were thirsty, they would drink snow water.

Unlike Changli, she wasn't lucky enough to be able to work for others and support herself.

In other people's eyes, she is a demon, a jinx, who brings blizzards wherever she goes.

She was a rat everyone wanted to kill; some wanted to catch her, and some wanted to kill her.

She could only wander the world, and sometimes she would even think that if she just died, she wouldn't have to live such a hard life.

I heard the adults say that heaven is a wonderful place where everyone can live happily.

Surely in heaven, you can eat clean, mold-free bread every day?

She could also take a comfortable hot bath every day, lie in a warm quilt, and no longer live in fear. No one would drive her away or kill her anymore.

She was only 7 years old that year.

No one in this world cares whether she lives or dies.

Her death is actually a good thing for the world.

On a cold winter day, she huddled in a corner of a dilapidated temple.

Outside, heavy snow was falling, and inside the temple, it was as cold as an icebox.

She managed to start a fire, but it was extinguished by the chill emanating from her body as soon as it was lit.

She tried once, twice, three times.

Finally, the firewood was completely soaked, and she squatted in front of the pile of black charcoal, shivering from the cold.

Just as he decided to give up his life, a letter, seemingly from nowhere, fell into her arms.

Since then, she has regained the courage to live and was fortunate enough to be taken in by a monk.

Until she met the first person who was truly willing to accept her— Jinhsi.

Her figure was so dazzling in her cursed eyes.

And now, the two most important people in her life have come together.

She won't be jealous.

She sincerely wished them well.

Sanhua finished reading the last letter, folded it neatly, and put it back on the table.

She turned her head and glanced at the lit candle beside her, then reached out and picked it up.

She tilted the lamp, pouring kerosene onto the letter.

The flame touched the paper and shot up instantly.

She watched as the words were slowly consumed by the flames, as if watching her own life, spanning the past decade or so, being burned away bit by bit.

Then she drew the knife from her waist and slashed her wrist.

Hot blood streamed down her arm, staining her cuffs and trousers red, dripping onto the ground and pooling into a small puddle.

She walked to the window as if she felt no pain.

The sea breeze blew in through the cracks in the window, causing her loose hair to flutter gently.

She looked up at the sea outside the window, as if trying to etch the last vestiges of this world into her eyes.

Until her vision blurred and she collapsed to the ground.

Jinhsi since she returned from Montelli.

Kexi, that bastard, admitted it himself. He not only wrote letters to Teacher Changli, but he didn't know how many other people he had written to.

She sat in the chair, her fingers trembling with anger.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Just as she was planning how to confront Changli face-to-face at her birthday party tomorrow, a terrified scream suddenly came from outside.

"It's terrible! Lord Lingyin! Sanhua's room is on fire!"

Jinhsi was annoyed and didn't even look up. "If there's a fire, just put it out. What's all the fuss about?"

"But Sanhua's room is locked from the inside, we can't get in! I don't know why, but Lady Sanhua won't come out!"

"What did you say?!"

Jinhsi suddenly stood up, causing the chair to fall to the ground.

As she rushed out, flames were already shooting into the sky from the direction of Sanhua's room.

Thick black smoke billowed out, and flames leaped out from the window cracks; the heatwave could be felt from a great distance.

Jinhsi practically pushed through the crowd to get to the door, and kicked it open, but the door didn't budge.

It's locked from the inside.

She took a half step back, formed a hand seal, and a tsunami-like Resonance Energy gathered in her palms, transforming into a giant dragon shape that crashed and shattered the entire door.

The flames were scattered, and white steam billowed up.

Jinhsi rushed into the room and immediately saw Sanhua lying by the window.

Blood was everywhere.

Sanhua lay half-reclined on the ground, a gruesome gash across her wrist, blood soaking most of her body.

There were a few letters nearby that weren't completely burned; she could recognize their texture even if they were reduced to ashes.

Jinhsi picked up one of them.

The familiar handwriting made her freeze on the spot.

Her pupils contracted rapidly, and her fingers gripped the paper so tightly it almost tore.

Kexi!!!

Sanhua also received a letter from Kexi!!

Sanhua clearly already knows about what happened between Montelli and Kexi today.

Perhaps she heard everything Kexi said from beginning to end.

It's obvious.

Sanhua couldn't accept reality and took an extreme approach.

"Damn Kexi! That damn bastard!"

Jinhsi, her eyes red, cursed and turned to scream towards the door.

"Call Baizhi over! Quickly!"

Baizhi arrived at the scene immediately.

The fire has been completely extinguished.

Her gaze swept quickly across the room, keenly catching the tattered envelopes on the floor.

She paused for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, but she said nothing and immediately knelt down to give Sanhua emergency treatment.

Hemostasis, bandaging, and stabilizing vital signs—every movement was quick and steady.

Jinhsi stepped back, making room.

She stood at the door, watching Baizhi and several doctors carry Sanhua out, her face so dark it looked like it could be wrung out.

After Baizhi brought the news that Sanhua had been rescued, Jinhsi finally snapped.

"Someone come here."

She took a deep breath, her voice as cold as a glacier rising from the seabed.

"Go to Montelli, and make sure you bring Kexi over for me."

She paused, then added, her voice filled with an anger that seemed ready to burn the roof off.

"If he doesn't come, I'll go to his door in person to invite him."