"Is this how people persuade others not to commit suicide now?"
Han Yingying felt somewhat disheveled.
The girl looked at the passionate faces in astonishment, her once cold and numb heart gradually reviving.
She thought that the world had nothing but malice and coldness...
Yet these strangers were trying so hard to save her.
Han Yingying continued to hum softly, not daring to rush her, afraid of putting pressure on her.
"I have depression, I can't control myself, even if I don't commit suicide this time, maybe next time..." the girl said, her head bowed, struggling with the words.
Depression, a disease difficult to discuss.
Because people always say: "What depression? It's just being over-sensitive."
"Being sick is nothing to be ashamed of. Who doesn't get a headache or feel unwell?" Han Yingying looked at her with earnest eyes.
"I know a great psychologist, if you need, I can introduce you."
"I..."
