Before I could say a word to my mother, she pulled me in despair to the rooftop and we jumped together.
The last words I heard before I died were Lucy‘s mockery.
"So what if you're smart? Julia, you're still being manipulated and toyed with by me, aren't you?"
"How does it feel to have people looking at your body? I spent a long time using your photos to lend quite a bit of money."
"In the future, I'll be a civil servant, while you'll only be a wandering spirit."
"What's the point of being born into a good family? You still can't compare to me!"
Lucy reached out and touched my forehead, her expression filled with concern.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you so cold?"
"Are you sick? Lie down quickly. You always work too hard."
"Even if you didn't work so hard, with your intelligence, you would definitely be the top of your major."
"I'm different. I never get scholarships, and I have to do farm work when I go home. Ah, if only I had a family like yours."
I looked at Lucy coldly. Her jealousy was obvious, but I had never noticed it before.
Lucy looked at me expectantly, hoping I would continue the conversation.