Yu Anxia deceived the psychologist and intentionally created a space for Lin Quan and me to be alone, claiming that it was to help me overcome psychological obstacles and help Lin Quan find happiness.

　　When I saw Lin Quan again, my psychological defense instantly collapsed.

　　As he approached me with a sinister smile, reaching out to grab me.

　　I screamed frantically in the ward, banging my head against the wall, blood dripping, even using my hands to gouge out my eyes.

　　If the psychologist hadn't noticed something was wrong and rushed back, I would have been dead by then.

　　My parents scolded Yu Anxia for bringing Lin Quan to see me, but she justified herself, saying she did it for my own good.

　　Then she grabbed me, who was crouched in a corner, emotionally broken, and shouted at me loudly.

　　"Can't you wake up? Now, besides Brother Lin, no one wants you.

　　Can you go back and live a good life with him? It's good for everyone!" Later, she even attempted to take me out of the hospital and bring me back to that mountain village with Lin Quan.

　　Fortunately, the sanatorium discovered it in time and called the police, saving me.

　　However, since then, I have gone insane, living only in my own world, without the perception of the outside world.

　　Shortly after that incident, another event happened, which made Yu Anxia disappointed in my parents as well.

　　In order to follow her own kindness, she pushed our family into the abyss.

　　Due to her selflessness, she received widespread praise from society, and everyone said she was a good person.

　　She even obtained the title of "Hundred-Year Philanthropist".

　　She walked over our family's dead bodies and lived the rest of her life happily.

　　Now, the plot has changed.

　　Lin Quan's evil deeds are known to the world, and no matter how powerful Yu Anxia is, she can't save him.

　　So, for now, I don't need Lin Quan to come back.

　　However, due to Yu Anxia's mysterious thought process, I can't let my guard down.

　　For the sake of my parents and myself, I must prepare early and not give her a chance to harm us.

　　There are still two and a half years left until that incident, and during this time, if I can't make Yu Anxia sober, I can only find a way to make her lose the ability to harm others.

　　It has been proven that even though I have changed some aspects of the plot, the general storyline remains the same.

　　Yu Anxia, just like in the original plot, shared my experiences in a small essay on the internet using her own understanding.

　　She criticized me, my parents, and the netizens who didn't stand on her side.

　　She said we were indifferent, conservative, and blinded by superficial things.

　　She claimed that netizens were wrapped up by the powerful and couldn't see true justice.

　　She said that we all had extinguished Lin Quan's chances of doing good and that we would definitely face consequences.

　　Once again, I became the ungrateful person in her eyes.

　　Her passionate emotions infected some extreme netizens and those who were similar to Lin Quan.

　　She united with these people to question my experiences online, forcing me to forgive Lin Quan and help reduce his sentence.

　　They played the victim-blaming game so clearly.

　　"Since you don't like Lin Quan, why did you sleep with him? Why didn't you resist? Actually, you enjoyed it, didn't you?" "Even your own sister has come out to attack you, which shows that there must be something wrong with your character.

　　Maybe, just like your sister said, you willingly went back with Lin Quan and then regretted it." "Poor Lin Quan, he was destroyed by a woman..." Even though I knew the plot, seeing these comments still caused me great psychological pressure.

　　Moreover, the mastermind behind all this was under the same roof as me.

　　When my parents weren't home, she often confronted me with her phone, fiercely questioning me and asking if my conscience hurt.

　　Of course, I didn't endure it for nothing.

　　Since she wanted to morally manipulate me, I decided to repay her in the same way.

　　I wanted to see if my kind-hearted sister's kindness was truly defined by the public and whether my evil was broad in definition.

　　In front of her camera, I didn't hide my breakdown at all.

　　I cried, self-harmed, begged, begged her to let me go, and displayed my pain without reservation.

　　"Why? Why are you helping a criminal?" "Hasn't he caused me enough suffering? Why can't you see my pain? Why do you empathize with a criminal?"