Chapter 44: Crazy
Lu Zhiyin opened her eyes again and found herself lying in Leng Qing Qiu’s bedroom.
Her clothes had long been taken off, and her waist was wrapped in layers of bandages, though Lu Zhiyin felt they were useless.
The white bandages likely only served to cover her bruised skin.
Lu Zhiyin moved her arms, but the pain in her abdomen made it difficult to get up.
“Ah…”
Staring blankly at the familiar ceiling, her thoughts seemed to drift back to a few months ago.
At that time, she was still uneasy about the unfamiliar world, cautiously trying to win over Leng Qing Qiu and gain her favor.
“Mmm…”
Clutching her abdomen, Lu Zhiyin’s stomach ached from not having eaten for so long. She remembered how she used to cook for Leng Qing Qiu.
Well… of course, she also remembered how Leng Qing Qiu poured hot soup over her head, watching her spend the night on the ground covered in shattered porcelain and liquid.
Indeed, she still hated her…
Lu Zhiyin didn’t know how long she had been unconscious, but she thought it must have been at least until the next day.
It was dusk when she lost consciousness, and now, though the bedroom was unlit, it was exceptionally bright.
Turning her head stiffly, as expected, bright sunlight streamed into the bedroom from the open window.
The weather had been good for the past few days, but Lu Zhiyin’s mood was particularly terrible.
“I don’t know what to do today.”
Lying listlessly on the bed, Lu Zhiyin closed her eyes.
“Awake?”
After lying there for a short while, Leng Qing Qiu pushed open the bedroom door and walked in.
Casting a cold glance at the girl on the bed, Leng Qing Qiu’s tone was unfriendly.
This was to be expected; her resentment wouldn’t dissipate so easily.
“…”
Lu Zhiyin didn’t reply, just nodded numbly.
“Then get out. Stop lying on my bed.”
As her words fell, Leng Qing Qiu left the bedroom.
Lu Zhiyin pursed her lips. She endured the intense pain in her abdomen and stood up unsteadily.
Leaving the bedroom, in the living room, Leng Qing Qiu was sitting on the sofa leisurely.
Lu Zhiyin stood at the entrance of the living room, looking down at her toes.
Her socks and shoes were long gone, and she felt the hard, cold touch on the soles of her feet.
“…”
Looking at the girl standing stiffly in place, Leng Qing Qiu fell silent.
She appraised the bandages wrapped around the girl’s waist and the flawless white skin elsewhere.
Leng Qing Qiu suddenly lost her train of thought.
She recalled her deceased childhood friend. Unlike the person in front of her, her childhood friend had many wounds that had not fully healed.
“Come here.”
After a moment of thought, Leng Qing Qiu commanded.
Lu Zhiyin didn’t hesitate. She staggered forward and stood in front of Leng Qing Qiu.
Leng Qing Qiu reached out and pulled Lu Zhiyin to her side.
She caressed Lu Zhiyin’s thigh and took out a dagger.
“… ”
Her eyes shifted. Perhaps, rather than venting her feelings, she wanted to etch the same marks onto the girl’s body as her deceased childhood friend.
Gripping the hilt, Leng Qing Qiu pried open Lu Zhiyin’s right hand.
She felt the warmth and softness of the girl’s palm.
Placing the dagger into Lu Zhiyin’s hand, Leng Qing Qiu held Lu Zhiyin’s wrist with one hand and gripped her neck with the other, to prevent any possible resistance from the girl.
She guided Lu Zhiyin’s hand holding the dagger, her mind replaying the image of her childhood friend self-harming to make her happy.
Being betrayed had instilled hatred in Leng Qing Qiu, but this hatred couldn’t completely bury those memories that were relatively beautiful to Leng Qing Qiu.
In the end, her childhood friend betrayed her because she had done something bad to her childhood friend first.
Hated, but not that much.
Leng Qing Qiu applied force, turning Lu Zhiyin’s hand so the blade faced downwards.
As Leng Qing Qiu slowly exerted pressure, the tip of the knife sank into the fair skin and flesh of her thigh.
“Mmm…”
The girl’s suppressed moan reached her ears, and Leng Qing Qiu’s mind wavered again.
Ah, a long time ago, her childhood friend seemed to be like this too, always enduring the pain.
Her thoughts drifted to afar, and Leng Qing Qiu recalled a method of abuse that had been effective on her childhood friend.
Divert a person’s attention with words, then suddenly stab them with a knife. This sudden, unprepared pain was something Lu Zhiyin couldn’t endure.
What about “Lu Shiyu” in front of her? Could she endure it?
Leng Qing Qiu smiled maliciously.
She pulled the dagger out and clenched it in her palm.
“Lu Shiyu is your fake name, isn’t it.”
Leng Qing Qiu gently bit Lu Zhiyin’s ear, her saliva moistening the earlobe, her words muffled and close.
Leng Qing Qiu’s words made Lu Zhiyin inexplicably nervous.
“You are Lu Zhiyin… you are her…”
“I’m not… Ah?! Ha… Haa… Haa…”
Her mind in turmoil, Lu Zhiyin wanted to refute Leng Qing Qiu.
She wasn’t Leng Qing Qiu’s childhood friend, not from the beginning.
She was Lu Zhiyin, but she wasn’t the Lu Zhiyin from the game.
The protagonist of the game was probably already dead, Lu Zhiyin thought. She was just a pathetic soul thrown into this body by an evil god.
The moment she tried to refute, Leng Qing Qiu plunged the dagger back into Lu Zhiyin’s thigh.
Lu Zhiyin couldn’t bear the sudden pain. Her attempted refutation was cut short by an irresistible cry of pain.
Leng Qing Qiu was extremely satisfied with Lu Zhiyin’s scream.
She pulled out the dagger and licked the tip of the blade morbidly.
The sweet taste of blood spread on her tongue. Leng Qing Qiu was intoxicated, but also somewhat confused.
Why did the girl’s emotions fluctuate so much when her childhood friend was mentioned?
Her eyes grew darker. It seemed this girl hid many secrets.
“You are her. You betrayed me. You lied to me more than once. You are responsible. You have to stay by my side forever, to be my plaything forever.”
Leng Qing Qiu was extremely rational. She used words to stimulate the girl in front of her, wanting to get more information about her.
“No… no… I’m not her… I… I…”
Her fragile heart, riddled with wounds, made Lu Zhiyin’s words choked.
The pain in her thighs and abdomen was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.
In a world full of malice, a complete lie, even if she tried to become a walking corpse, Lu Zhiyin was still sad.
She was Lu Zhiyin, and she wasn’t Lu Zhiyin. Her mind and chest were a mess. She clearly… shouldn’t be in this terrible garbage world. She clearly shouldn’t be tormented by these wicked people…
Lu Zhiyin might have gone mad. Tears streamed down her face, and she kept shaking her head, speaking incoherently.
“…”
Opening her mouth, Lu Zhiyin, who looked like she had gone mad, left Leng Qing Qiu speechless.
She hadn’t expected that a little provocation would completely break the girl in front of her.
“… I… I…”
Gradually, Lu Zhiyin couldn’t speak anymore, nor did she need to.
This was not her world, nor was it her life.
When would the continuous torment end? Lu Zhiyin couldn’t see the end.
“Let me go, please…”
Her voice trembling with sobs was filled with despair.
Lu Zhiyin couldn’t stand it any longer, no matter what.
The faces before her kept changing: Leng Qing Qiu, Long Qinxin, Qin An, those who had isolated her, those who had drugged her, those she had killed, and the culprit behind everything, the arrogant deity.
She was somewhat delirious.
“Crazy?”
Frowning tightly, Leng Qing Qiu looked at the girl who had completely fallen into despair, at the girl’s profusely bleeding legs.
The girl had bled a lot, but she didn’t faint. Her face just grew paler.
Leng Qing Qiu felt something was amiss.
The abuse had to stop. Leng Qing Qiu wasn’t sure when the person in front of her would die, and she didn’t want to kill anyone yet.
She restrained Lu Zhiyin, bandaged her wounds simply, and then put the school uniform back on her.
After doing all this, Leng Qing Qiu kicked Lu Zhiyin out of her house. She needed time alone to contemplate the secrets Lu Zhiyin might be hiding.
