Shen Qianyi felt that her life was quite boring.
Twenty-six years old, single, working as a copywriter and planner in a small advertising company. She continued to blame her colleagues, endured the boss's scolding, and endured twenty revisions of the draft by Party A. It's not that she has no temper, but she always feels that "it'll be over once you endure it."
As a result, I couldn't bear it.
At 1:47 in the morning, the voice-activated lights in the company's corridor had been turned off three times, and only the small desk lamp at her workstation was still on. Shen Qianyi rubbed her sore eyes, sent the twenty-first version of the plan to Party A's mailbox, and then lay on the table and tried to squint for five minutes.
She didn't wake up again.
The medical examiner said it was sudden cardiac death. The company lost three months' wages, and her mother cried, then packed up her belongings in the rental house and sent them back to her hometown. Someone in the circle of friends posted "Have a good trip Shen Qianyi", which received more than 20 likes.
This is her whole life.
——If the story ends here
