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"Bao Jie... died?"
Yan Junze only felt a buzz in his head, briefly falling into a void.
He stood at the dormitory doorway, holding the phone in his right hand and the mouthwash cup in his left, motionless.
The other roommates noticed something was amiss, one by one putting down what they were doing and looking over.
Yan Junze felt numb all over, his lips moved as if he had not spoken, yet he made a sound, saying to the person on the other end of the phone, "Say that again."
Zhou Dali seemed to become choked up, struggling to speak, and after a long time, he managed to reply, "Bao Jie, she's dead. She took a lot of sleeping pills, committed suicide..."
"Why?" Yan Junze could not hear his own voice as his mind turned to mush, but he knew he definitely asked this question.