Holding a book in her hands, Fu Ying could not bring herself to read it.
Over all these years, Fu Ying had gone from self-doubt to confidence, then to mild depression, and finally to self-acceptance. Whenever things got too difficult, the thought of ending it all had crossed her mind.
Back in 2007, that eighth-grade girl in a rented apartment in Guangdong Province—in that home, the living room was filled with the cheerful laughter of visiting relatives, while in the kitchen, Fu Ying was holding a knife to her own wrist.
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