The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

"Chen Nian, I'm so jealous of you. You were born with everything. Unlike me, I want to fight for everything, but in the end, it's all in vain. Even if you die, your family will still be waiting by your bedside day and night hoping for a miracle to happen. I still can't compare to you in many ways. How sad is that?"

Lin Wan held her face and started crying. Since she was a child, she only knew that things were snatched away, and only what was held in the hands was real.

But after entering university, she realized that people who grew up in ivory towers don't need to live desperately, and don't need to spend a lot of time fighting for and guarding the things they care about. They just need to wave their hands, and naturally there will be plenty of resources delivered to them.

The things they throw away with disdain are things they may not be able to touch even if they pursue them for half their lives.

She knew that her accusations did not exist at all and were just her own narrow-minded imagination, but she could not help but look down on and condemn the other party. It seemed that only in this way could she feel more balanced.

How ridiculous! Those who crawl at the bottom of society live calculating, utilitarian, and mean lives, while those who have been surrounded by money and flowers since childhood are ignorant of the ways of the world, are too well protected, and are overly kind.

It’s not fair. It’s not fair at all!

The strong unwillingness twisted her, making her extreme and hypocritical. She maintained a bright and beautiful appearance every day, but only she knew the decayed and rotten soul under this skin.

With a sigh, Chen Nian's figure in front of him dissipated like bubbles, and the firelight returned to sight.

Lin Wan looked up, ignoring the various looks from the people around her, and saw Qiao Yueyang, who was also cowering in fear. She looked in the direction of his fear, and for a moment, she saw the man's shadow.

Lin Wan suddenly laughed out loud, her belly laughing as if she wanted to laugh out all her internal organs. She turned her head and saw the cat head flashing green light beside her, and knew she could not escape.

Only by telling the truth, will the things she fears no longer haunt her and completely disappear!

"When I was just born, my mother ran away with someone. My father spent his days as a whore and gambler, cursing the society and resenting my mother for abandoning him..." She had a very hard life when she was young. The shabby and moldy place that could not be called a home was always filled with wine bottles and reeked of alcohol.

The man who was called father would only call her "daughter" when he took her to ask her grandparents for money for wine.

"In high school, I fell in love with someone. Perhaps, I can't call it love. I just admired and respected the other person's superiority, freedom, and extravagance. That was my dream, but I knew I could never achieve it..."

As Lin Wan spoke, her expression gradually calmed down, as if she had finally gotten out the heavy stone that had been weighing on her heart for a long time, and finally felt relieved. She became much calmer, no longer blaming others and being hysterical like she had just been.

Early love was very popular among students at that time. It seemed that only the feelings that remained steadfast despite the class teacher's strong suppression were the most pure and sincere.

Like everyone else, she secretly wrote down her thoughts in her diary. Unexpectedly, her diary was flipped by her glasses and her thoughts were discovered.

Qiao Yueyang was a very proud person, so he naturally looked down on himself for his rustic and ugly appearance. After this matter was exposed in public by Glasses, the first person to get angry was the person whose name was written down.

Since then, she has become the target of bullying by this group of transfer students. To Lin Wan, it was still bearable because every time she was suppressed, ridiculed and teased by a few people, she would get some money, a few hundred-yuan bills.

After all, Uncle Qiao was rich, and Qiao Yueyang spent money like water. In that not-so-rich county, he could afford to spend money lavishly.

Although she was criticized by several people, Lin Wan didn't think it was a big deal. At least, they gave her enough compensation for her losses, while her gambling and money-loving father would only beat and scold her all day long and wait for death!

But such days were broken with the arrival of another transfer student.

"From what I remember, Song Chenfeng was very good-looking. In that era when students were simple and didn't know how to dress themselves up, he would attract everyone's attention just by standing there in his school uniform..."

Lin Wan recalled the situation at that time. The hazy glare in her memory added a sense of dreaminess to the other person, and the tall figure was rendered extremely upright.

When she was locked in the men's restroom by Qiao Yueyang's group again, it was Song Chenfeng who saved her. It was very cold in winter, and she was wearing thin clothes, soaking wet, and shivering with cold. The boy took off his coat and put it on her, even though his own clothes were not warm enough.

For a moment, Lin Wan was moved. How could she resist such a scene of redemption when she was young? But soon, she realized that she probably would not be able to get the compensation for the loss this time.

Song Chenfeng felt that this was bullying, so he informed the teacher and called the police.

The matter became a big deal and the police rushed over that same day, along with Qiao Yueyang's father and his lawyer.

There is no surveillance on campus, and the principal is unwilling to spend extra money to install them.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, amid the gentle questioning of the police and the teacher, she glanced at Song Chenfeng who was encouraging her with his eyes, looked at Qiao Yueyang and Qiao's father who were looking at her with a warning, lowered her head, and gave completely opposite answers.

She knew that she had betrayed someone who had truly helped her, and she had also betrayed her only conscience.

But conscience cannot be exchanged for money. She just wants to live a better life. It has always been like this!

Afterwards, her father, who had received the money from the Qiao family, rushed over, slapped her in the face, hurriedly arranged for her to drop out of school, and left the county.

Later, her father died. She took her remaining savings, changed her name, and went to the city where the university was located. When her life was difficult, she met Qiao Yueyang at the same university, and her desire for money was rekindled.

She used her only money and loans to change her appearance and reappeared in front of the other party as Lin Fangjuan. The strong contrast easily attracted the other party's attention.

"Chen Nian, Song Chenfeng, my father, these people died directly or indirectly because of me... and the loan that Fang Siran took on... this is my sin."

Lin Wan closed her eyes, unwilling to face the gloomy past, nor willing to remember the only boy who extended a helping hand to her but was pushed into the abyss by her.

"I've had enough. Over the years, I have tried my best to live the life I want, but I have been living a mediocre life and ended up with nothing... I never regret my decision, but I am tired. I don't want to face those faces in the past. Perhaps only death can bring me real relief."

In this copy, Lin Wan was constantly overwhelmed by fear, and the whispers and wailing in her ears never stopped. She was almost tortured to death.

She will not regret what she has done, because every step she took was the most beneficial choice for her at the time.

She was just tired of the feeling of having the shadow of death looming over her head. The foreshadowed death and the lingering wronged souls oppressed her spirit to the extreme. When forced by the cat's head, she had no way to retreat and gave up struggling as a compromise.

With a long sigh, Lin Wan raised her head and looked at the cat-headed teacher beside her, but she didn't know that a man in a black robe holding a long-handled sickle was already standing in the other's position.

Lin Wan's eyelashes trembled, knowing that even if she confessed her sins, she would not be able to escape. She turned her eyes to Qiao Yueyang, who was still struggling to support his back, and sneered:

"Qiao Yueyang, I can't escape, and neither can you. Stop struggling. Can't you see that Song Chenfeng's vengeful spirit is right next to you!"