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Chapter 205 - 203: Big Trouble

Chapter 205: Chapter 203: Big Trouble

[Regret], [Self-Blame].

When Cheng Hui finally spoke out these two emotions.

Nan Zhubin rubbed his palm and found it unexpectedly slightly moist.

Now, it was time.

To delve deeper into counseling while exploring his own issues.

Nan Zhubin took a breath, "Your memories of your friend seem to have many stories."

"Can you tell me about your friend?"

Cheng Hui slowly nodded.

It was truly "slowly," because her movements were very slow.

From top to bottom, pausing at the lowest point;

Then from bottom to top, pausing at the highest point;

Finally, slowly returning to the original position.

"After ’that incident,’ I haven’t talked to anyone else about my friend."

This was the first sentence Cheng Hui said.

"My friend... she’s dead, it was suicide."

This was the second sentence Cheng Hui said.

...

It was Chen Jie.

Cheng Hui didn’t say the name, but Nan Zhubin knew it was Chen Jie.

The person he was eager to explore, and also the cause of the current visitor’s issues, allowing him to delve into this past case during this consultation.

It was uncertain whether this was a form of fortune or misfortune.

[Emotion Rebalancing]

After a brief feeling of fatigue, Nan Zhubin returned to his most rational state.

He had no memory of Chen Jie, nor any understanding of her.

Therefore, he had to maintain a high level of attention to the forthcoming information.

Cheng Hui pondered, releasing her hand from her hair and moved it to her arm, rubbing her down jacket vigorously.

She was doing a [defense] action, yet her lips curled up softly.

"She was a very very, very very, very good person."

First, a definitive statement.

"The first time I met her was when I had just switched majors."

"I wasn’t originally in Chinese Literature, I transferred into it. Because of the transfer, I switched campuses, and coincidentally was assigned to her dormitory."

"So, I was not only her friend but also her roommate."

Nan Zhubin nodded, giving the visitor a little reaction to indicate that he was listening.

Jiangdu University has multiple campuses, with different majors allocated to different campuses; some majors even switch from one campus in the first year to another starting in the second year.

If the visitor and Chen Jie were roommates, then their relationship was probably closer than he initially imagined.

"There were four people in the dormitory, but at that time only three lived in it, I was the fourth. I remember very clearly when I transferred to that campus, only she rushed down to help me with the luggage."

Cheng Hui repeated: "Only her."

"For a period, I had the best relationship with her..."

Upon saying this, Cheng Hui paused.

"Did the relationship change afterward?" Nan Zhubin filled in.

Cheng Hui rubbed her arm, hugging herself tighter.

"No... there shouldn’t have been a change. It’s just that our relationship didn’t continue to deepen because I later started making friends with other classmates, and those relationships gradually surpassed the one with her."

"She... how do I put this. She gave me a feeling of not being good at interacting with people... no, that’s not right."

Cheng Hui pondered, "It should be said she didn’t want to get close to people."

"She didn’t participate in school activities, didn’t join clubs, the student union, or seek projects with mentors, like she had her own independent world."

"However, if we needed help from her, like lacking members for a big project, or teaming up for a group assignment, she would always come when asked; and if we went shopping or out to eat, she wouldn’t refuse when we invited her."

"So over time, I paid less and less attention to her... sometimes I’d think, after all, she’s always there, and she would never refuse as long as we reached out to her."

Saying this, Cheng Hui curled up.

Her body began to tense as if some thorns were about to pierce her, but these thorns did not come from the outside, rather they grew from within her body.

"Later, later..."

"There should be a lot of things, a lot, but I can’t remember them right now."

Cheng Hui scratched her head as if trying to extract something.

"In my mind, there’s only the time before she committed suicide..."

This description was enough for an initial judgment of the impression Chen Jie left on others.

Nan Zhubin sighed and lowered his voice, "Then let’s start from ’that time’.

Cheng Hui nodded and began to recall.

Soon, her breathing became rapid and her eyes started to redden, accompanied by intense gasping.

"Later, she suddenly took a few days off, I was very puzzled, but didn’t pay much attention; when she came back, we heard she had depression."

Nan Zhubin’s eyes sharpened, he couldn’t help but interrupt, "Heard from whom?"

Cheng Hui frowned and thought hard.

"At first, it was her parents... they brought her back and told us she was sick, depression, and asked us to take care of her."

Nan Zhubin pursed his lips, "How long was her leave before she returned?"

"About three or four days, less than a week."

Nan Zhubin inhaled, unable to help but clenching his teeth.

"Later on, our counselor. She secretly built a group for the three of us, reminding us to pay more attention to her, never let her be alone, and ensure at least one person was with her at all times."

Nan Zhubin frowned again, contemplating the known circumstances of Chen Jie’s case, having some understanding of what happened next.

"At first, we were puzzled because although she wasn’t proactive, she wasn’t a solitary person either, she was someone who helped others often, smiled frequently, gave a comfortable and cheerful vibe—how could someone like that have depression?"

"But since her parents and the teacher said it, we listened. After all, she was a really good person."

"In class, at least one of us would wait for her to pack up and walk with her; when eating, we would surely call her to join."

"Possibly due to the illness, she became very tired and shut herself off. She packed slower, and started to refuse eating with us; but we insisted on waiting for her and calling her."

Nan Zhubin listened, letting out a long sigh.

The problem was big.

Yet he didn’t point it out.

At the same time, Cheng Hui once again grabbed her hair forcefully, this time with even greater strength.

As well, her whole body started trembling, and the strong emotion engulfing her seemed to reach a peak.