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"You are wrong. Besides the abyss that stretches ten thousand fathoms deep at the edge of the cliff, there is also a more beautiful sunrise."
"You... you will never understand the pain of being denied by others." Meng Fei lowered his head, trembling. "Ever since my parents divorced, I have been living in a world without light." At this point, Meng Fei could no longer hold on; he collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, softly saying, "How could you possibly understand the pain of being abandoned by your own parents to build a new family? You will never understand the sorrow of being a burden; you will never understand." His voice grew louder, as if he wanted to attribute all his faults to others' inability to comprehend his suffering.
"Yes, I don't understand, and I won't have the chance to. But I do understand one thing: a coward who wallows in self-pity will forever miss the brightest sunshine behind them."
"The brightest sunshine?" Upon hearing her words, Meng Fei couldn't help but sneer in despair. "For someone standing at the edge of a cliff, there is nothing before them but an abyss that leads to ruin."
"There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart." When Zhu Hui, Dong Xiwen, and Yang Qianfan arrived at Meng Fei's home, they found him sitting on the floor, staring blankly at his grandmother's portrait. He looked like a homeless beggar, lost and desolate, with nothing in his eyes but confusion and despair.
"Get up! Do you think that by sitting here staring at your grandmother's portrait, she will come back to life? Wake up!" Zhu Hui yanked him up from the ground, tearing away the white mourning cloth from his head while shouting at him.
"What are you doing? Give me back my mourning cloth! Do you hear me?" Meng Fei shouted angrily.
"Do you know what this white mourning cloth represents?"
"It represents filial piety."
"Hmph! Do you deserve those two words—'filial piety'?"
Meng Fei was momentarily stunned and then shouted back:
"I am observing mourning for my grandmother! Is it wrong for me to feel remorse towards her?"
“That's right!” Zhu Hui grabbed him, her eyes fierce. “But the question is, are you really mourning for your grandmother?”
“You—”
“This mourning cloth is nothing more than a tool for someone like you, a coward, to escape reality and cover up your disloyalty and unfiliality.”
“You… you…” Meng Fei could no longer contain himself and stepped forward to confront Zhu Hui, but fortunately, he was stopped in time by Yang Qianfan.
“You coward! Without someone to pamper you, you can't find your direction, can you? Are you afraid of the storms outside because of that? Answer me!” Zhu Hui raised her fist in anger, ready to hit him, but Dong Xiwen intervened.
“Class monitor, how can you say such things to Meng Fei?”
“Am I wrong?” Zhu Hui pushed Yang Qianfan aside and rushed in front of Meng Fei, rolling up her sleeve to reveal an arm covered in bruises. “Do you know where these injuries came from?”
Meng Fei trembled at the sight of Zhu Hui's battered arm.
“I'll tell you. These injuries on my arm are from fighting for your justice against Liu Xi.”
“So what? I've already paid him.”
Before his words could fully settle, Zhu Hui slapped him hard across the face.
“You fool! Every time you encounter difficulties, you think money can solve everything. Has Liu Xi ever stopped bullying you when you paid him?”
Yang Qianfan, hearing him mention money, was afraid of being misunderstood by Zhu Hui, and quickly made a statement:
"I tell you, I have never taken a single cent from you. That money of yours was taken by that fatso, He Feng."
At this moment, both Zhu Hui and Meng Fei were too angry to pay attention to his unnecessary declarations.
"Can money buy back true feelings? Did your grandmother die because of money?"
"Shut up—I don't want to hear any more." Meng Fei covered his ears with his hands and began to sob loudly, as if his heart were breaking.
"I'm so angry today because you don't cherish all the people who love you around you. It's because you don't understand how to cherish them that I have wounds on my arm and your grandmother's gravestone is on Yushan Mountain." Zhu Hui lowered his head, choked up for a moment, then continued, "Do you really think your grandmother would want you to hide behind her gravestone wearing this symbolic mourning cloth, endlessly repenting to her in the dark? You are truly disappointing."
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