Yuejie was taken aback when she caught Shi Mei’s gaze, feeling a mixture of surprise and an indescribable sense of familiarity. Follow current novels on N()velFire.net
She had already grown accustomed to Shi Mei’s innocent, foolish demeanor, someone who understood nothing. Although occasionally her careless words infuriated Yuejie, wasn’t it easier to manipulate a fool?
Now, seeing Shi Mei standing before her so lucidly, looking normal, Yuejie felt as if something was slipping quietly out of her control.
This feeling made her extremely uncomfortable.
Yuejie looked at Shi Mei and was about to speak when she suddenly heard Shi Mei say, "Please, have a seat."
Perhaps because she had just come to, Shi Mei’s voice carried a faint hoarseness, a stark contrast to the familiar fool she used to be.
Yuejie hesitated, then subconsciously sat down.
Uncle Liu, carrying a fruit basket behind them, also felt quite astonished upon hearing Shi Mei.
He set the fruit basket on the table and stood behind Yuejie.
Shi Mei looked somewhat listless and melancholic, her grayish eyes turning towards Uncle Liu as she softly spoke, "This is Uncle Liu, Sister Bai."
Relieved by the familiar term, Yuejie nodded and ventured, "Do you still remember us?"
"I do," Shi Mei’s voice was low, tinged with a bleak hoarseness, "You are Sister Bai, always so kind to me. I’ve caused you trouble during this time."
Yuejie felt a slight relief.
She knew before the incident Shi Mei had been a depressive with severe symptoms.
It appeared that her lucidity hadn’t much improved from before the incident.
That was easier to handle.
A melancholic depressive was much easier to control than a lucid, intelligent normal person.
Yuejie’s face lit up with surprise, "Don’t worry, Shi Mei, oh my, you’ve actually recovered, I’m so happy for you. Perhaps it’s a blessing in disguise."
Shi Mei internally scoffed at these words.
Yet, her face showed a bitter smile, "I didn’t want to recover at all. Being a fool felt quite nice, carefree every day, simple and happy."
"It’s better to be normal, life will get better," Yuejie gripped Shi Mei’s hand, her face tender and earnest, "I know you were unhappy before, that’s why you thought of ending your life, but now that you’ve recovered, and your first love has returned to the country, what are you planning to do?"
Shi Mei fell silent, then shook her head lightly.
Seeing her behavior, Yuejie’s vigilance and hostility further relaxed.
How could such a person, gloomy and introverted, charm people like the fool before?
Grandpa Shi and Grandma Shi liked lively company; the earlier fool had kept them joyously entertained, but this melancholic depressive might not be able to.
Yuejie felt even more reassured and carefully asked, "I heard the police have been here, the two bodies found at the Xiajiang Bridge, did you kill them?"
Pain and struggle crossed Shi Mei’s face, and after a few seconds, she clasped her head, looking in agony, and strained, "I don’t know, how could I possibly kill anyone? But when I woke up, I found that person on top of me, I had to resist, but I didn’t know I killed, I can’t kill anyone, I could only think of killing myself, I wouldn’t kill anyone, Sister Bai, you must believe me, I didn’t kill them..."