Xiao Yan didn't fare much better.

She didn't speak, didn't eat. According to Xiao Hong, it seemed like she had depression.

Depression?

I looked at the curse-filled messages she sent every two minutes in my phone.

【Yu Jiang, you and your mother deserve to die.】

【You better hope I never find you, otherwise I will stab you to death.】

【Bastard.】

【You ruined my family, you deserve to die.】

Do you call this depression? But it seems like she hasn't figured out the situation yet, stubbornly believing that I had ruined her happy family.

【Do you want to retaliate against me?】

The reply came quickly,【If I find you, I will definitely kill you.】

【Xiao Yan, do you know what your parents did to my mother?】

【I know, she deserves whatever they did, she's just a fool.】

I sent a location with a smiley face:【Come find me.】

The next day, Xiao Yan made the news, or rather, her dead body made the news.

“Woman encountered a stalker, provoked him with a knife and was fatally stabbed on the spot.”

That stalker was the thug who had molested my mother years ago.

Years ago, Yu Jun and Xiao Hong promised to ensure his safety, but in order to please their in-laws, Yu Jun ended up sending him to prison for several years. When the thug came out, the times had changed. He had no home, and wandered around until I found him.

I threw five dollars into his bowl.

“You look a lot like someone I know,” he looked up and scrutinized me for a long time, then suddenly laughed creepily.

I didn't respond, pretending to answer a phone call, speaking loudly on purpose.

"Is Xiao Yan? Aunt Xiao Hong invited me to camp in the Linhai Garden tonight? Is it to celebrate Uncle Yu Jun's promotion?"

Although I didn't turn around, I knew that the eyes behind me had turned dark.