If You Want to Commit Suicide, Go and Cut Your Throat

She watched as Helan Mingde's expression morphed from wrathful to anxious, and she knew that Helan Xiuse had succeeded. It seemed that putting your life on the line and pretending to be weak was useful no matter when and where.

 The curtains fell on today's raucous play, then.

 If they continued, everyone would say that the Yue family was not sympathetic at all, driving a young girl to death. If they continued, the Yue family would plummet from the peak they had climbed onto. They needed to stop right there.

 Helan Xiuse used her own life to put an end to the drama for the night. That was because she knew that no one in the crowd would let her die. Besides, she cut her wrists, not her neck. No matter how sharp glass was, it was duller than a knife. The wound was not deep; it was just shocking to look at.

 She had enough time to be sent to the hospital with that rate of blood loss.