"Listen to the depths of the sea, whose cry is guiding you,

The soul is lost in silence, and no one can guide you..."

Humming the song that Ye Wan had just sung, Yang Weiwei smiled and walked towards the depths of the sea step by step.

Waves of cool sea water hit her, soaking her skirt and sticking to her body.

The wet feeling was not pleasant, but Yang Weiwei seemed not to feel it.

All she knew was that her only happiness was gone.

My mind was a mess, but when I thought about it carefully, I had no idea what I was thinking just now.

But once he stopped, all he could hear were Ying Xiaokai's words, either disgusted or perfunctory, and what he had done to Xiao Wan.

Especially, in front of her.

When we were in the ward in the morning, Xiao Wan was there too. Why didn't she expose him?

Regret, self-blame, guilt, fear...

Countless emotions rushed towards me, and a sentence was circling in my ears: Look, you can't do anything right! You might as well die!

Yes, just die! Death will bring peace and tranquility.

Her mouth tasted salty, Yang Weiwei thought, it must be the taste of sea water.

"Weiwei, Yang Weiwei..."

Someone seemed to be calling her from a distance.

Yang Weiwei hesitated for a moment and continued walking forward.

No one will care about her.

Won't.

If they cared about her, they would not have abandoned her and left her as an orphan.

If he cared about her, Ying Xiaokai would not have been so reluctant to propose to her, yet unwilling to break up with her and let her go.

If someone cared about her, she wouldn't have to live such a hard life without relatives and friends.

Closing her eyes, Yang Weiwei fell on her back.

The feeling of suffocation was accompanied by endless panic. When Yang Weiwei struggled with her hands and feet, it was too late.

Big gulps of water poured down her nostrils and throat, and she felt her stomach swelling.

Not far away, the image of "Weiwei" trying her best became increasingly blurred.

“Weiwei…”

Seeing that the waves were rising and falling particularly violently somewhere in the distance, Ye Wan dived into the water again.

Grabbing Yang Weiwei, when the two of them emerged from the sea together, Qin Zhiyi, who was holding the flashlight, suddenly felt his legs go weak and he sat down in the sea.

Ten minutes later, the three wet people sat on the beach.

The police car came, took our statement and did some ideological work, then drove away.

The kind policewoman also brought three cups of hot drinks.

Drinking hot milk tea and looking at Yang Weiwei who was like a little quail with her head lowered, Ye Wan looked at Qin Zhiyi and said, "Brother Lan, thank you."

"You're welcome."

Qin Zhiyi shook his head, inexplicably feeling something was wrong.

When he looked up again, he saw Ye Wan rolling his eyes in a very ungraceful manner, and then winked at him: You can go now!

Qin Zhiyi realized it later and got up and left.

"Weiwei, there are two good news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Ye Wan sat next to Yang Weiwei.

Yang Weiwei turned her head to look at the girl next to her and blinked.

Since they are both good news, does it matter which one you listen to first?

It seems... that's right.

Ye Wan touched his nose awkwardly, "Don't worry about the details."

"The first good news is that from today on, you have a new best sister, and that's me!"

Ye Wan puffed out her chest with pride and threw a seductive look at Yang Weiwei, "What about our life-long friendship? What do you think?"

My eyes are hot.

I feel soft at heart.

Yang Weiwei lowered her head to hide her tears, looked at Ye Wan and nodded heavily, "Yes, it's good news."

"And the other one?"

Ye Wan hesitated.

Another one, this should also be considered good news...right?

(End of this chapter)