Just one deeper cut. That's all it would take.
Not the shallow line she'd already made on her arm... that was barely more than a scratch, painful but survivable, evidence of breakdown but not commitment to ending things.
But one deeper cut. One deliberate slice across a major vessel. Let the blood flow freely until unconsciousness came, until the pain faded, until she could escape into the darkness that was starting to look more appealing than any conceivable light. The darkness where there was no memory of Mu Yunchen looking at her with recognition. The darkness where she didn't have to face a future of rebuilding from nothing. The darkness where the unbearable weight of unrequited love... love that existed in her heart but not in his memory... would finally be lifted.
