Trolls, by nature, are trolls because they don’t care about the truth; they just vent on the internet.
Sheng Ning’an never took these people seriously, so naturally, she wouldn’t bother about what they said online.
That Xu Weiran would come specifically for this matter was somewhat unexpected for her.
After all, those who are into research didn’t usually pay much attention to online news.
The fact that the matter reached the other party’s ears indicated that it was indeed very hot on the internet now.
Previously, she didn’t want to deal with it, but now she felt she couldn’t just let it continue.
She opened her account and directly posted two updates.
One was a video captured by surveillance, showing her being splashed with an unidentified liquid; the other, a photo of the other party writing an apology letter at the police station.
She had blurred out the parts that involved the other party’s face and name.
Beyond that, not a single word of nonsense!
This was her first content update since she had registered the account.
Her profile picture was a photo of herself.
Her bio read just one line: I am Sheng Ning’an.
In addition, she had turned off the comments section.
She gave off the vibe that she had explained and clarified what needed to be explained and clarified, and how others saw her after that was not her concern.
After posting these things, she put away her phone and said, "You probably haven’t eaten yet, have you? As it happens, I haven’t either. Do you want to go have dinner together?"
After their relationship was confirmed, the way they interacted hadn’t changed much from before.
The sudden hug earlier seemed to have filled the air between them with a sudden hint of ambiguity.
Something seemed to have changed.
Having said that, Xu Weiran took her hand, their fingers interlocking, and they walked towards the cafeteria together.
At that time, there were quite a few people heading to the cafeteria. Many recognized them on the way and lifted their phones to take pictures, but then, as if recalling something, they quickly put their phones away.
"What are you doing?" someone asked curiously.
The girl who wanted to take pictures explained, "There was a high school student who posted a screenshot of her and her boyfriend online and got reported to the police. It led to the girl attempting suicide by wrist-cutting. I’m afraid she might see me taking her picture and might report me too?"
"Really?" the other person asked, looking surprised.
"Of course it’s true. It’s all over the internet. Didn’t you know? That poor girl even made an apology video not long ago, and she looked particularly miserable!"
"It’s just a picture, that shouldn’t warrant such an extreme reaction!" The person speaking felt a pang of sympathy and looked at Sheng Ning’an differently.
The woman who wanted to take the photo pursed her lips, her expression complicated as she said, "Right? I also think it was a bit too much. Just asking the person to delete it would have been enough, no need for calling the police. The poor girl must have been scared. Not long after she got back from the police station, she cut her wrists. Fortunately, she was found in time and is now still in the hospital."
The onlooker’s gaze fell on Sheng Ning’an: "She looks so beautiful; I never would have guessed she was that kind of person."
"Yeah, I didn’t expect it either. This must be a case of ’appearances are deceiving,’" the girl said, opening her phone with the intention of showing the hospital video of the young girl to the people around her.
Just as she did so, a new video was recommended to her on her trembling phone.
"Huh?" The girl furrowed her brows involuntarily.
"What’s up?" the people next to her asked, curious to see what was happening.