"Sister Jane, I'm sorry, that day, I really didn't know why I did it, but when I came to my senses, I realized what I had done," Mona Calm said, trembling as she looked at her hands. "I always envied people like Sister Jane, beautiful and born into privilege, pampered like a princess since childhood, and even finding success more easily than others."
Perhaps it was this envy that, over time, built up inside and twisted into a form of jealousy that could distort one's heart.
This kind of jealousy could devour a person's heart, causing unrest at every moment.
To this day, Mona still remembered that when she pushed Jane Sampson out, apart from fear, there was also a sense of satisfaction.
She was scared, but at the same time, she felt incredibly relieved and exhilarated.
"I always thought, why should something I desperately longed for but could not have be just a matter of one sentence for others? Why should something others can easily possess despite my struggle for half a life?"