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Jiang Jie tied her hair into a ponytail, while Xiao Shu let hers fall freely. The two sisters looked strikingly alike, leaning closely against each other.
Jiang Jie styled her hair into a ponytail just like Jiang Jie’s and tried to mimic her smile, but no matter how hard she tried, it just didn’t look right. She felt a wave of despair wash over her.
Maybe wearing Jiang Jie’s clothes would make her look more like her. She opened the wardrobe, but what greeted her was a collection of cheap dresses that reeked of perfume and decay, making her feel nauseous.
Suddenly, she felt a surge of clarity. In a frenzy, she pulled all the clothes out of the wardrobe and tossed them onto the floor. Then, feeling they were an eyesore, she grabbed a pair of scissors and shredded them into pieces. Still unsatisfied, she found a box and stuffed all the remnants inside before carrying it down to the trash bin.
Her movements were swift and decisive, as if she was bidding farewell to her former self. Yet, in the back of her mind, a voice kept reminding her.
“Jiang Shu, you are trash. You’re filthy. Replacing Jiang Jie is nothing but an insult to her!”
Jiang Jie clutched her chest, unable to stop her lips from trembling. She squatted on the ground for a while to regain her composure before standing up.
In her mind, a stronger voice echoed: “Sister, will you go to school? We don’t have money at home; let’s share one set of textbooks like we did when we were kids. I don’t mind. Sister, I’m begging you—don’t drop out! Let Brother deal with his own loans; he brought this on himself by gambling. Dad has already covered so many debts for him; why should he drag you down? He doesn’t care about you; why should you care about him?”
Jiang Jie smiled softly, wiping away the tears on her face as she headed upstairs.
The Messengers regained consciousness and slowly awakened.
As they looked at Jiang Jie, their expressions were complex.
Jiang Jie opened her eyes slowly under their gaze and let out a light laugh—a laugh that spoke of degradation and surrender to fate.
At that moment, the system's cold voice suddenly echoed like a ghost: “False Messenger Jiang Jie, you have the right to choose between continuing or terminating Disciplinary Action.”
Yan Qing opened his mouth but couldn’t find his voice. His tone trembled with fear as he sensed that Jiang Jie was about to give up.
Jiang Jie’s voice was hoarse and tinged with bitterness. “If you had known my past, perhaps I would have chosen to live. But now… I can’t go on.”
They understood now—her unbearable past and the hidden secrets buried deep within her heart. She was frightened; she truly lacked the courage to face it all, including the fragmented remnants of her shattered history.
If they had known her past, she would have told them without hesitation, but now she could not. If it was destined for her to meet this end, she hoped that this lockdown on campus would allow her secret death to fade away quietly. Years later, when the media published the list of the deceased, she wished for Jiang Jie to be remembered and buried with dignity.
As for Jiang Shu, covered in filth, she had long since died in that dilapidated village, recorded in the County Government death registry. A decaying body blossoming into vibrant flowers—this would be the final meaning of her existence.
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