"It's all my fault... If I had reminded her when I saw the news, it would've been fine..." Su Wanxia cried more and more sorrowfully, feeling like she indirectly caused Mo Chuchu's death.
Ji Yebai looked at her with pity in his eyes.
"There's one more thing," he said. "Her suicide... she made everyone keep it from you. She didn't want you to be upset. Su Wanxia, she knew what you like, knew your preferences, but what do you know about her? You keep saying she's your best friend, but what do you really know about her?"
This question stumped Su Wanxia.
Her expression was vacant as she looked ahead, and after meeting Ji Yebai's nearly penetrating gaze, she asked shakily, "What exactly do you mean to say?"
"She liked you, Su Wanxia. Mo Chuchu liked you, liked you purely. In her suicide note, she wrote that she didn't like you because you're a girl; she liked girls because it was you."
"She wasn't a lesbian, never was; she just liked you, only you."
