Waiting for Nightfall

At seventeen, Feng Yiwei was dragged out of her home by her mother and jumped into a river.

She didn't die. She became someone else, moved into another rented room, and wrote novels under another name. In her stories, she killed herself over and over: by jumping into a river, in a car accident, by starving to death. Every protagonist was like her, good at staying alive and even better at not wanting to.

Later, someone found her and said they wanted to take her away. She refused.

Later, someone died for her. She owed a life, and had no choice but to go back.

On the day she returned, she stood on the bridge where she had jumped into the river all those years ago. Behind her, someone held a bowl of steaming rice and called her name.

At last, she turned around.