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The rented community had a high-end atmosphere, with two rows of tall French Sycamores lining the road, and the Bai Yulan trees exuding a delicate fragrance. The parked cars were all luxury sedans, and in the garden, some elderly people were exercising hand in hand, leisurely playing chess, looking quite refreshed.
"Truly an artist, even in death, wanting to die in such an artistic ambiance," Lin Jian remarked with admiration, though his eyes kept darting around, his steps feeling somewhat unsteady.
The four of them walked to an apartment building, took the elevator up to the 16th floor, and entered a tastefully decorated single room.
Lin Jian couldn't help but add, "Yuan Yixun, what a coincidence! The sister in your story jumped from the 16th floor, right? It seems you have quite the connection with this number!"
Yuan Yixun ignored him entirely, walking straight to the window, resting her hands on the sill as she gazed down blankly, lost in thought.
Lao Wu muttered to himself in a daze, "Ah... is it really time to die? My dear wife, I’m sorry... I have to go first. What will you do after I’m gone...?"
"Old man, you’re not having second thoughts, are you? You didn’t want to die after all?" Lin Jian teased him with a dry laugh.
An Sifei was more focused; upon entering, she headed straight for the kitchen. She placed a kettle on the gas stove over high heat and then returned with four cups of white liquor.
"Taking sleeping pills with white liquor will speed up the drug's effect," An Sifei said with a smile that felt somewhat eerie. She began distributing the pills one by one. "Alright, let’s start now. Everyone take your medicine."
With that, An Sifei swallowed her pill first and downed a cup of white liquor in one go, her throat moving as she did so.
Yuan Yixun immediately walked over without hesitation, took a pill, put it in her mouth, and swallowed it down with determination in her eyes.
Lin Jian and Lao Wu exchanged glances filled with hesitation and struggle but ultimately followed suit silently.
"There’s one bed and two sofas. Yuan Yixun and I will sleep on the bed while you two lie on the sofas. We’ll quietly wait for death to arrive," An Sifei organized.
Yuan Yixun lay on the bed; everyone fell silent as if the world had plunged into a deathly stillness. The only sound was the ticking of the wall clock, each tick echoing like a countdown.
Yuan Yixun's story was not a lie; she truly had a sister who grew up alongside her. Everything she had recounted had indeed happened. Her sister jumped from the 16th floor, plunging their family into eternal sorrow and guilt.
After that day, Yuan Yixun pondered many things.
Her sister had always been obedient since childhood, but their parents favored Yuan Yixun because she excelled in every aspect compared to her sister.
Yuan Yixun was beautiful, intelligent, and excelled academically. After graduating from high school, she was directly admitted to a top university in the city, enjoying a smooth and glorious journey along the way. Everyone around her adored her.
In contrast, her younger sister was unremarkable, forever living in her sister's shadow, like a superfluous little tail.
When they were young, Yuan Yixun often took her sister's beloved dolls and ice creams for herself. When her sister got upset, she would lock her in the bathroom and dress her up in ridiculous outfits to show off to her friends for their amusement. Her sister had never owned a new piece of clothing; she always wore what Yuan Yixun discarded and played with toys that were thrown away.
Yet, her sister had always respected her, idolizing her as if she were a role model to be emulated.
At seventeen, when the pressure of college entrance exams weighed heavily on her sister and rebellion brewed within her, she made a mistake by chance. However, neither their parents nor Yuan Yixun gave her any opportunity; they treated her cruelly.
She remembered how much humiliating scolding her sister endured that night: "You little delinquent, you punk, you whore..."
Even when her sister ran away from home, no one bothered to look for her.
Eventually, her sister reached a dead end, while Yuan Yixun would forever bear the guilt of having driven her sister to death, condemned by her own conscience for life.
The Final Judgment
Yuan Yixun sat up with a frown, coldly gazing at the three people lying in the room. Impatiently, she said, "Alright, how long do you plan to keep pretending? Get up."
The room remained eerily silent.
After a while, Lin Jian opened his eyes with a cheeky grin and scratched his head sheepishly. "Haha, I just got confused for a moment and didn’t take the pills. Sorry about that."
An Sifei also sat up. "I was just worried you guys weren’t really going to commit suicide, so I wanted to assess the situation first. Alright, this time I will definitely take the pills; I swear."
"I swear too; I’ll take them this time," Lin Jian assured confidently, though his gaze flickered uncertainly.
Among the four of them, only the timid Lao Wu truly swallowed the pills. At that moment, he lay on the bed, already feeling drowsy.
"I knew it would turn out like this," Yuan Yixun scoffed disdainfully. She opened her palm to reveal the pills she had prepared earlier and began popping them into her mouth one by one in front of everyone. "Now it’s your turn."
"Hmph, if we're doing it, then let's do it," Lin Jian said with a flushed face. With great determination, he finally took the pills and began gasping for breath.
Lin Jian and An Sifei had indeed swallowed the sleeping pills, and Yuan Yixun lay back down.
It was a long wait. She closed her eyes, and the clock on the wall ticked away, each tick seeming to announce the approach of death.
Images of her sister's face floated before her—timid, smiling, crying...
She recalled the day she left their mother’s house, feeling dazed on the way back to school, like a soulless shell. But upon reaching the school gate, she suddenly tensed up and walked straight toward the library she hadn’t visited in a long time.
“Yuan Yixun, there’s a spot here! Come on!” A classmate greeted her eagerly upon seeing her.
Yet she seemed not to hear, frantically searching the shelves, grabbing book after book in a frenzy of obsession and madness...
The librarian approached her, looking slightly helpless. “Student, you can’t do this. The library rules state that you can only borrow one book at a time. Just read this one and come back for another later.”
Yuan Yixun appeared oblivious to the librarian’s words, continuing to select books as if she were in a world of her own, completely disregarding those around her.
“Hey, student! You can’t behave like this! If everyone acted like you and ignored the rules…” The librarian raised her voice slightly, frustration and urgency creeping into her tone as she tried to regain Yuan Yixun’s attention.
At that moment, someone nearby quickly pulled the librarian aside and whispered in her ear, “She’s the one whose sister just jumped off the building. She’s probably not stable right now; let it go. Just let her be.” The speaker’s voice was low, filled with pity and concern as they stole glances at Yuan Yixun.
Though spoken softly, Yuan Yixun heard every word. She suddenly lifted her head; her once weary and hollow eyes were now bloodshot, reflecting a cold and resolute light that cut through the air like sharp knives directed at both the speaker and the librarian, sending chills down their spines.
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