Chapter 63: This knife is what Leng Qing Qiu owes her
Time flowed by, and soon all the attractions in the amusement park were played.
After the thrill of the roller coaster, the three took a group photo.
In the photo, Ouyang Qing was slightly bent, smiling happily, with Zhu Qing’s mouth slightly upturned, her beautiful eyes narrowed to slits, and her right hand around Lu Zhiyin’s shoulder. Lu Zhiyin, however, looked pale from the roller coaster, covering her mouth with one hand.
After distributing the group photo to the three, they headed for the attraction they had deliberately saved for last: the Ferris wheel.
Perhaps because the Ferris wheel was not as thrilling as other attractions, not many people were here to play, and many cabins were empty.
Each cabin could accommodate four people, but Lu Zhiyin did not want to be with Ouyang Qing.
She and Zhu Qing got on one cabin together, while Ouyang Qing took another cabin alone.
The Ferris wheel slowly turned, and the cabin Lu Zhiyin was in slowly ascended.
“… I had a lot of fun today.”
Only Zhu Qing and Lu Zhiyin were in the cabin, and the atmosphere was a bit quiet.
Turning around, Zhu Qing quietly looked at the ground in the distance.
After playing in the amusement park for a long time, it was unknowingly close to noon.
Ouyang Qing had shown a very energetic side in the amusement park; she no longer seemed to be putting on airs of a deity.
Lu Zhiyin still couldn’t bring herself to like her.
“As long as you’re happy.”
Sitting on the chair in the cabin, Zhu Qing held Lu Zhiyin’s hand.
She smiled, a warm smile that made Lu Zhiyin want to melt into it.
“Tomorrow, if nothing unexpected happens, we should be going to the Ocean Museum.”
As the cabin rose higher and higher, Zhu Qing’s gaze passed through Lu Zhiyin and looked at the distant city.
Zhu Qing had also been very happy these past two days, seeing a colorful world that was completely different from her past life.
“Thank you.”
She thanked Lu Zhiyin.
“If it weren’t for you, I might not have thought of traveling in my life.”
Zhu Qing thought that helping Lu Zhiyin was the right choice, and accompanying Lu Zhiyin on this trip was even more so.
“…”
Zhu Qing’s thanks made Lu Zhiyin silent. Lu Zhiyin didn’t know how to reply.
She stood up and moved from opposite Zhu Qing to sit beside her.
She leaned on Zhu Qing.
Zhu Qing took out the marker pen she was carrying, signed Lu Zhiyin’s hand, and wrote the words “Best Friend” on the back of her hand.
“Best friend…”
Gently shaking her head, Lu Zhiyin closed her eyes. At this moment, she had a feeling, a feeling called happiness.
“Mmm, senior, you are also my best friend.”
Lu Zhiyin opened her eyes again.
Her beautiful red eyes sparkled with a light that delighted Zhu Qing.
The two said nothing more and simply leaned against each other on the Ferris wheel.
The Ferris wheel continued to turn, and soon the cabin rose to its highest point and then slowly descended.
As the cabin was about to land, something unexpected happened to Lu Zhiyin.
With a slight creaking sound, the Ferris wheel stopped turning.
Then, the cabin door was opened from the outside.
Before Lu Zhiyin and Zhu Qing could react, someone sprinkled a bag of strange powder into the cabin and closed the door again.
“Cough cough cough… cough cough…”
The cabin was not large, and the strange, odorous powder quickly filled the cabin.
Lu Zhiyin covered her nose and mouth, coughing non-stop.
Zhu Qing next to her coughed just like her, but her reaction was a beat slower. When the accident happened, Zhu Qing was paying half her attention to the words on Lu Zhiyin’s hand.
Her vision became blurry, the objects in her sight twisted and swayed, and Zhu Qing beside her suddenly fell, collapsing onto her.
Lu Zhiyin quickly understood what the powder was.
Her body grew weak, and Lu Zhiyin closed her eyes, struggling to stay conscious.
Her intuition told her that this was another scheme by Leng Qing Qiu and Long Qinxin.
After Zhu Qing fainted, Leng Qing Qiu outside the cabin impatiently opened the cabin door again.
Lu Zhiyin’s consciousness was already fuzzy, and she could barely move.
After a brief check of Lu Zhiyin’s condition, Leng Qing Qiu ecstatically carried Lu Zhiyin out.
Without a word, she led Lu Zhiyin down from the high platform of the Ferris wheel.
Upon reaching the ground, Leng Qing Qiu hugged Lu Zhiyin tightly.
“Zhiyin, I finally, finally have you back.”
Her overwhelming joy made her unable to refrain from celebrating.
“You are mine, you should be mine. Haven’t we been together since we were little?”
She kissed Lu Zhiyin’s cheek.
“…”
Silently, Lu Zhiyin’s partially retained consciousness urged her to pull out the knife she had been carrying all along.
Leng Qing Qiu’s joy made her lower her guard. She was only focused on professing her love for Lu Zhiyin and walking outside while holding her.
As Leng Qing Qiu attempted to kiss Lu Zhiyin again, Lu Zhiyin thrust the knife with all her might into Leng Qing Qiu’s chest.
When Lu Zhiyin pulled out the knife and tried to stab again, the intense pain caused Leng Qing Qiu to suddenly let go of her hands and retreat several steps. Lu Zhiyin fell to the ground, her blood-stained fruit knife still tightly grasped in her hand, never letting go.
“Zhiyin… Zhiyin, you…”
Leng Qing Qiu tightly clutched her wound. Because of her awkward posture and the fact that Leng Qing Qiu was wearing a thicker pair of pajamas, the blade did not penetrate deeply and did not injure any internal organs.
Leng Qing Qiu was in pain, but her heart ached more than her body.
“Zhiyin, you’ve changed so much… you never used to resist.”
Leng Qing Qiu’s eyes became dim, exceptionally dim.
“I promised I would change and never hurt you again, so why did you still leave me, and even help outsiders send me to prison? You promised you would stay with me, so why did you leave me? Even after being tortured like that, you didn’t want to acknowledge me?”
Leng Qing Qiu clenched her fists.
“Zhiyin, Zhiyin…”
Stabbed by Lu Zhiyin, Leng Qing Qiu became hysterical.
She had thought she might get hurt, but she never expected that the one to hurt her would be the Lu Zhiyin she loved most.
After all the things she had done to Lu Zhiyin in the past, Lu Zhiyin had only endured them silently…
A tear trailed down Leng Qing Qiu’s cheek.
“Cough cough… Heh… Leng Qing Qiu… How dare you ask me that? You should know how excessive your actions were!”
After coughing for a while, Lu Zhiyin’s consciousness gradually cleared.
She staggered to her feet, still tightly gripping the knife.
Her feelings for Leng Qing Qiu churned in her chest; there was nothing else, only hatred.
“Leng Qing Qiu, this knife is what you owe me.”
Closing her eyes, Lu Zhiyin touched her chest.
The wounds Leng Qing Qiu had inflicted on her had long since healed, but the pain still lingered.
And now, Leng Qing Qiu dared to play the victim here?
A nameless rage burned in Lu Zhiyin’s heart.
“Leng Qing Qiu, I didn’t want to seek revenge on you, but you and Long Qinxin, you two scoundrels, came looking for trouble. Getting stabbed by me is just what you deserve.”
Lu Zhiyin pointed one finger at Leng Qing Qiu.
Her words were fierce, her tone filled with hatred.
She hated Leng Qing Qiu, she hated Long Qinxin, and of course, she hated that so-called deity even more.
“…”
Opposite Lu Zhiyin, Leng Qing Qiu clenched her fists tightly, remaining silent.
Her injury was not severe, and she still had the strength. She could have easily stepped forward and taken Lu Zhiyin’s knife, but at that moment, she lost the motivation to move.
