When I opened my eyes again, the smell of disinfectant filled the air.

The young policeman I had seen before was sitting next to me.

His look of sympathy was painfully obvious.

"Miss Xiang, hello, I am the officer in charge of this case. My name is Feng Xiuqi."

"You fainted because you were overly emotional. Now, we have proven that you have nothing to do with Miss Lin's suicide. Get some rest."

I tried hard to sit up, but he gently pressed me back down.

"Officer, why did Lin An'an commit suicide?"

Feng Xiuqi hesitated for a moment, but then told me: "Preliminary judgment suggests it was due to excessive family pressure and there are signs of domestic violence. But the exact reason is still under investigation."

The words "domestic violence" struck me deeply.

I had severed ties with Lin An'an because she obeyed her family's arrangements and insisted on marrying her current husband.

I pushed away Feng Xiuqi's hand that was trying to help me, put on my shoes, and ran toward the morgue.

I wanted to see An'an one last time.

Lin An'an had saved me so many times, giving me the courage to live through countless dark nights.

Lin An'an was not the type to commit suicide.

The morgue was noisy.

A middle-aged couple was cursing loudly, complaining about their daughter's early death and demanding compensation.

A chubby man in his twenties was squatting by the door, loudly scrolling through short videos.

Only Lin An'an lay silently on the cold metal bed, as if detached from the noisy world.

Then I remembered. These were her parents who favored sons over daughters and her lazy, good-for-nothing brother.

I ignored everyone else and walked straight to An'an, holding her hand.

An'an, you are so thin.