Chapter 172: Shen Zhaozhao... you! Do you feel guilty!

The room was empty and dark; Shen Li listened quietly to her own heartbeat; with every beat, her heart felt a piercing pain.

Her consciousness was scattered; she couldn't even hear his voice clearly.

Her brain replayed the high-spirited and high-spirited youth over and over again; his existence was like a movie, occupying all her memories.

"You are Shen Li?"

"Heard you're very arrogant..."

"Why do you keep looking at me?"

"If you don't look at me, how do you know I'm looking at you? I know I'm handsome, you don't have to be so special, so specifically... focusing on me..."

"Be obedient, open your mouth."

"Let me treat you to candy."

"Shen Li, I've never been rejected by anyone."

"Why are you crying?"

"Who bullied you, tell me."

"Why are you so good to me?"

"Didn't I say, I like you."

"I! Xie Qin! Like Shen Li!"

"Shen Li, I like you, I only... like you."

Shen Li's consciousness fell heavily; her eyelashes drooped lightly, and the last drop of tear merged into her hair, silently. The phone exhausted its last bit of power and turned off automatically; the last bit of light on the screen was completely extinguished, and the whole room instantly fell into thick dead silence.

More than an hour later, Yu Lizhen picked up Shen Zhaozhao from the airport and went shopping at the supermarket downstairs; she was carrying two large bags of snacks, and to reward herself, Shen Zhaozhao even bought herself a small strawberry cake.

Shen Zhaozhao couldn't wait to go show off to Shen Li; the door opened, "Mom, I'm going to see Sister."

Yu Lizhen thought of Shen Li's hunger strike during this period; now that the competition was over, she should be settled down. Just at the supermarket, she bought a lot of food she liked, preparing to boil some chicken soup to nourish her.

"Ah—"

But the next second, a sharp and fearful scream suddenly came from the direction of Shen Li's room.

"Mo... Mom!! You... you hurry over."

"Sister... she committed suicide."

The shopping bag in Yu Lizhen's hand dropped with a "clatter," and the eggs inside shattered all over the floor.

She stumbled and rushed to the room; looking at that patch of bright red blood and the lifeless face on the bed, her brain went blank, and for a time she was stunned, her throat as if blocked by something, unable to make any sound.

"Save, ambulance..."

"Right... call! Hurry up and call an ambulance."

Yu Lizhen finally found her voice and quickly calmed down, not messing up, but her trembling hand taking out the phone betrayed her.

The ambulance arrived quickly.

Emergency room.

Time passed second by second, each second as long as a century. Yu Lizhen sat on the long chair in the corridor, her hands tightly clasped, her fingertips cold, and a layer of mist still in her eyes as she was lost in thought.

Shen Zhaozhao's eyes were red and swollen, her crying was very thin, and her body was twitching, scared out of her wits.

She didn't understand why Shen Li would do such an extreme thing.

"Mom... I'm so scared, will Sister be okay?"

Yu Lizhen muttered to herself: "She won't, she won't be okay."

Fortunately, Shen Li was sent to the hospital in time, but she only lost too much blood and temporarily fell into a coma, but she didn't expect the hospital's blood bank to be short of Type O blood. At the critical moment, Yu Lizhen thought of Liang Jingze, who was Type O, and hurriedly called him.

After Liang Jingze received the call, he immediately rushed over and drew six hundred milliliters of blood.

Walking out of the blood drawing room, Yu Lizhen stepped forward to thank him; in just half an hour, she was visibly haggard, as if she had aged a lot in that instant: "Thanks to you being here, I don't know how to thank you."

Liang Jingze rolled up his sleeves, the disinfectant cotton swab pressing on the spot where he had just drawn blood; his gentle face was filled with gravity, his lips pursed, his expression hesitant, his gaze glancing at Shen Zhaozhao behind her, and then his gaze rested on Yu Lizhen, "This is the second time."

Yu Lizhen's pupils constricted, and she blurted out in disbelief, "You... what did you say!"

"Ah Li has suffered from severe depression since her third year of high school; her first suicide attempt was on the first day of the college entrance exam..."

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, fiercely striking Yu Lizhen; her body couldn't bear it and she took a step back, her stiff and awkward mouth curling, "I... I didn't know... she... she never told me."

Liang Jingze threw away the cotton swab in his hand, put down his sleeves, and sighed as he told her: "Ah Li told me that she had already told you, it was you, Auntie, who didn't believe it."

Yu Lizhen's face turned pale; her brain suddenly recalled some memories.

"... Stop pretending to be sick, still want to suspend school? I've led so many classes, how could you get depression."

"If you really got depression, why don't you go jump off a building!"

"I was just too indulgent with you, you can even tell such lies."

As for the reason...

It was precisely her favoritism, her indifference and denial, that forced her into a dead end step by step.

She herself was the culprit.

"She left Haishi to attend school in Wuchuan; I met her in October, and I could feel her depression had improved compared to before, thinking such a thing wouldn't happen again."

"But I didn't expect... after she was brought back by you, Auntie, such a situation would appear again."

"During the New Year, Ah Li came to find me from time to time; actually, she was receiving psychological treatment here..."

Yet...

What did she do!

Yu Lizhen locked her at home, not allowing her to go out a single step.

She had to use such an extreme way to seek relief.

She shouldn't have said those words today.

After a moment of silence, Yu Lizhen couldn't bear it anymore, losing her usual sternness and strength, covering her face and crying bitterly, "If I hadn't forced her... she wouldn't have done such a thing at all."

Regret, like a tide, surged and drowned her.

Her shoulders trembled violently, and heart-wrenching crying spilled out from between her fingers, repeating over and over, "It was my fault, it was all my fault."

Their conversation was all heard by Shen Zhaozhao behind them.

Her eyes were panicked, not daring to look at the gaze Liang Jingze cast on her.

So... Shen Li really had depression.

It wasn't fake.

And... she even threw away her medicine.

The culprit who caused Shen Li's suicide also included her share.

Liang Jingze walked in front of Shen Zhaozhao, taking her appearance into his eyes, leaving her nowhere to hide, "In the years you've been living under the Shen family's roof, you know in your heart how Ah Li treated you."

"From beginning to end, she was a very good sister. And you... are not a very good younger sister."

"Shen Zhaozhao... you! Do you feel guilty!"

Shen Zhaozhao was frightened by his gaze.

Because of this sentence, her heart trembled fiercely.

Her hands tightly gripped the clothes at her side, unable to say a word.

A person's character can be judged from all micro-expressions, including the tone and demeanor of speaking.

Liang Jingze understood Shen Zhaozhao's purpose; she wanted to force Shen Li away completely, then occupy the magpie's nest, wanting to stay in a home that didn't belong to her.

But she would never understand one point.

Any relationship cannot compare to the kinship of blood being thicker than water.