On the taxi ride back to the hospital, Mom said, "I want to see that USB drive."
My heart skipped a beat. "What USB drive?"
"The one Zheng Kai gave you." Her eyes were weary but clear. "Don't pretend. I saw it."
Back at the hotel, I plugged the USB drive into my laptop. As the video played, Mom's expression shifted from confusion to shock, finally settling into a pallor of dawning realization.
"So this is... Shunshun's secret?"
"I don't know what this is," I answered cautiously. "I only know she did something to me."
Mom broke down, sobbing hysterically. "I've been so blind... All these years..."
She cried until she gagged. I handed her tissues and water. When she calmed down a bit, I said, "Mom, I think I want to go home first."
She grabbed my hand. "Stay with me one more day... Tomorrow... Tomorrow we'll go back together."
That night, Dad called to say Zhen Shunshun's condition was stable, but she needed long-term hospitalization.
When Mom told him we were coming back first, the line was silent for a long time.
"You go ahead," he finally said. "I'll stay with Shunshun a while longer."
After hanging up, Mom gave a bitter laugh. "He finally has to face an imperfect daughter."
Three days after returning home, Zhen Shunshun's fans launched a doxing campaign. My social media accounts were uncovered and flooded with abuse:
[Murderer!]
[What did you do to your sister?!]
[If Ruyi dies, it's your fault!]
I calmly gathered all the evidence: photos of my shredded athletic wear, videos of my trashed room, and an edited clip of Zhen Shunshun admitting to "calorie transfer." Finally, I added a graph of my weight changes over the past four months and my hospital medical report.
The title was simple: *The Truth*.
**One hour after posting**, public opinion began to shift. Mo Wen messaged me: "Check the trending searches!"
#ZhenShunshunExposed had already rocketed to number 8.
Clicking in revealed a lengthy analysis by a prominent influencer, meticulously comparing the signs of fakery in her food streams with evidence of her long-term bullying of me.
That evening, Mom knocked on my door, holding a black notebook. "I... I found this in Shunshun's room..."
Opening the first page, the words "System Usage Log" were written prominently.
Below were dense entries recording dates, calorie intake, and "transfer amount." The most recent pages were covered in frantic scribbles: "Why reversed?!" "Why is she thinner, but I'm losing MORE?! Damn i,t damn it!!"
The final page read: "If Yuanyuan dies, would the system come back?"
Mom's hand trembled so much she couldn't hold the notebook. "She... she wanted to kill you?"
I closed the book. "Do you believe me now?"
**The day Zhen Shunshun was transferred back to the local hospital** coincided with my five-month weight loss anniversary.
My weight had dropped to 55kg, body fat at 16%, with clearly defined abs. My "Transformation Diaries" account surpassed 50,000 followers, and a sportswear brand approached me for an endorsement.
Mom became increasingly withdrawn, spending her days organizing something.
Finally, one day, she brought out an old shoebox. "Yuanyuan... Mom wants to show you this."
The box was filled with *my* things: my first-place kindergarten drawing contest entry, my third-grade essay "My Dream," my junior high biology competition certificate of entry...
All the proof of achievements I remembered "losing" was here.
"Did... Shunshun hides all of these?"
Mom nodded, tears splattering on the yellowed certificates. "I should have noticed sooner... She's been like this since she was little."
The doorbell rang just then.
A courier delivered a package from Beijing, addressed to Mom.
After opening it, we both gasped sharply—it was a copy of Zhen Shunshun's medical records and a letter from Dad.
The diagnosis on the records was horrifying: "Late-stage Anorexia Nervosa, accompanied by Persecutory Delusions... Guarded Prognosis..."
The letter was even briefer: "I can't take it anymore. She screams all day about killing Yuanyuan... I've contacted a specialist hospital in Switzerland... We leave next week... Don't know how long treatment will take, don't want to hold you back. Divorce agreement enclosed."
Mom collapsed onto the sofa, her eyes hollowed out. Unsure what to say, I went to make dinner. While chopping vegetables, my phone vibrated.
— A message from the hospital caregiver: "Your sister is acting up again. She insists on seeing you."
I hesitated for a moment... then went.