"Girls these days are so quick to despair, so quick to entertain thoughts of suicide. What good is death? They're only letting themselves down, letting their parents down, and losing everything. If I had a daughter like that, I would rather not have given birth to her at all," Aunt Li said, looking up and sighing.
Jian Yufei suddenly grasped her wrist, uncomfortably saying, "Aunt Li, let's go, let's not look any further!"
"Miss Jian, what's wrong with you?" Aunt Li asked, noting that her face looked off and expressing concern.
"I'm fine!" Jian Yufei let go of her hand and turned around to run away.
Aunt Li was stunned for a moment, then hurried to catch up with her, "Miss Jian, wait for me, don't run too fast."
Jian Yufei ran quite a distance before stopping to catch her breath, hugging a large tree.
Aunt Li came puffing up behind her, then latched onto her, asking in puzzlement, "Why did you run?"