I turned on the computer and played the video Feng Xiuqi copied for me.

In the video, it was An An's figure.

Shen Bing pointed to the diary in his hand, signaling Lin An'an who was sitting on the sofa to open it.

An An shook her head and refused.

The next second, Shen Bing grabbed Lin An'an's hair and threw her to the ground.

An An, who had fallen, exclaimed in surprise. Before she could stand up, she was kicked in the stomach.

"Will you open it for me?"

Shen Bing squatted down and slapped her face with the diary.

An An's face twisted in pain, but she still didn't agree.

Immediately after, punch after punch landed heavily on An An’s body.

The more Shen Bing hit, the more excited he became, until he discovered that An An had gone silent.

Shen Bing thought he had beaten An An to death and panicked.

He grabbed An An’s hand and scratched several bloody marks on his own arm and neck.

Then he opened the balcony window and pushed An An out.

I saw An An's fingers move slightly and her eyes slowly opened.

Shen Bing noticed it too, but An An's body was already halfway out the window.

Shen Bing seemed to make up his mind and pushed An An out fiercely.

I saw An An's mouth move, forming the words I was all too familiar with, she was saying "Little Pomegranate."

The screen went dark, and the video ended.

I never hated myself more than in that moment.

Even at the point of death, An An was thinking of me.

If I hadn't been so stubborn back then, if I had gone to find An An, she wouldn't have died.

I couldn’t forgive myself, holding An An's diary and repeatedly saying I'm sorry.