Su Luo nodded smugly.
Wow! That's amazing!
Su Jiani's eyes were full of admiration.
Keep in mind that Su Luo has only been working for less than a week, and she can already earn 10,000 yuan a day. If she can stabilize her income in the future, wouldn't that be a six-figure monthly income?
Su Luo said with a smile.
"Alright, wash your hands and let's eat."
"Uh-huh……"
Su Jiani went into the bathroom and washed her hands thoroughly.
Then he sat down opposite Su Luo, picked up a crab, peeled off the shell, and began to eat the crab meat in large bites.
Wearing disposable gloves, Su Luo helped Su Jiani peel the mantis shrimp.
Then, arrange the peeled shrimp in Su Jiani's bowl.
Su Jiani puffed out her cheeks and laughed as she chewed.
"Thanks."
"I wish I could eat crabs every day."
Su Luo smiled helplessly: "Silly girl, crabs are cold in nature, you'll get menstrual cramps if you eat too many."
Su Jianni's face flushed red, and she said shyly, "Oh dear, why did you say that out loud?"
Su Luo also realized that what she said was a bit inappropriate.
Awkwardly changing the subject: "So, that boy in your class named Long Aotian, has he written you any more love letters?"
Upon hearing this, Su Jianni's flushed face turned deathly pale, and she lowered her head in disappointment.
Seeing Su Jiani's appearance, Su Luo assumed that she had been wronged, so he quickly put down his chopsticks, sat down next to her, held her hand, and asked softly.
"Nini, what's wrong?"
Su Jiani raised her head, her eyes slightly red, and said in a trembling voice.
"He committed suicide by slashing the artery in his wrist with a utility knife."
Su Luo was completely taken aback.
"How could this happen? When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me?"
Su Jiani said calmly.
Why should I tell you? Anyway, the dead can't be brought back to life.
Actually, she just didn't want Su Luo to feel guilty, because after Long Aotian died, some classmates started spreading rumors.
It is said that it was because Su Luo came to school and showed Long Aotian's love letter to the teacher that Long Aotian lost face in front of the whole class, which made him want to commit suicide.
Although she didn't like Long Aotian, they were classmates after all, and she couldn't say she disliked him. She just thought he was a bit silly and had a dull personality.
He was only twelve years old when he passed away; it's truly a pity.
Su Jianni thought that if she hadn't shown the love letter to Su Luo that day, Su Luo wouldn't have gone to the school to find the teacher, and the teacher wouldn't have called Long Aotian's parents over. Would he not have died then?
A deep sense of guilt overwhelmed her, and she had nightmares every day for the past few days.
I dreamt that Long Aotian, his face covered in blood, handed me a love letter.
If she refuses, Long Aotian will chase after her with a giant axe and chop her into pieces.
"..."
Su Luo wanted to ask more questions, but didn't know how.
Su Jianni is right, the dead cannot be brought back to life.
All he could do was quietly stay by her side and help her process her emotions.
After a long pause, Su Jianni spoke again, staring at him and asking.
"Why did he have to commit suicide? What does it have to do with me?"
Su Luo looked surprised and said in a deep voice.
"I don't know the reason either, but I can assure you that you didn't do anything wrong, understand?"
He couldn't make a judgment about someone he didn't know well, but he guessed it was related to his family education. That day at school, when Long Aotian's parents found out about the love letter, they went up and started beating their child, breaking his nose.
That's terrifying. With so many people around, they still used such force. If they hadn't been there, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
As for Su Jianni, she simply handed the love letter to her parents as soon as she received it. What was wrong with that?
Su Jianni pursed her lips. "Really?"
That was exactly what she was waiting for; she hoped that Su Luo would always be on her side no matter what.
Su Luo nodded firmly: "Really, Nini is right."
Su Jiani rested her head against Su Luo's chest and said in a muffled voice.
"So whose fault is it, really?"
Why must one commit suicide?
Is there really anything more terrifying than death?
Su Luo blinked and said in a deep voice, "Perhaps he can no longer feel warmth in this world."
Su Jiani fell silent.
After a while, he murmured softly.
"So that's how it is..."
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