Chapter 64: Raising a Knife to the Deity
“Zhiyin…”
Leng Qing Qiu froze in place, but another uninvited guest hurried over.
It was Long Qinxin, who was worried that Leng Qing Qiu would elope with Lu Zhiyin and leave her behind, so she rushed over.
However, what she saw was not a昏迷 (unconscious) Lu Zhiyin being carried by Leng Qing Qiu, but a lively Lu Zhiyin holding a blood-stained knife.
“Long Qinxin.”
Turning around, Lu Zhiyin looked at Long Qinxin.
The little angel she once thought of no longer had a youthful look.
Lu Zhiyin admitted that she had wronged Long Qinxin, and she had indeed deceived her. However, after what Long Qinxin had done to her, she no longer felt indebted to her.
“I… I’m here… Zhiyin, please forgive me… I beg you…”
Long Qinxin pleaded, tears streaming down her face.
Lu Zhiyin didn’t understand why she felt like the wrong party when they were the perpetrators.
Does whoever cries have a point?
The answer was clearly no.
“No.”
Lu Zhiyin indifferently refused Long Qinxin’s request and walked towards her.
She looked at the girl’s face.
Various emotions surged within her: her affection, her guilt, her disgust, her numbness, and finally, all of it was covered by the word “hate.”
Long Qinxin had threatened and insulted her not long ago, and Lu Zhiyin remembered all the nasty things Long Qinxin had said.
“Didn’t you say I was disgusting and told me to get lost? Why, why are you looking for me again?”
Lu Zhiyin recalled the day she lost her first night.
A dejected her, and a malicious Long Qinxin.
Since this person had forced herself, what right did she have to call her disgusting?
“You slut.”
This was probably the most malicious thing Lu Zhiyin had said since arriving here.
“You once gave me your first time out of unrequited love, and later, you also took my first time. In this regard, we can be considered even, but I will never forgive you, never.”
“What is your purpose in looking for me? Do you want to keep me as a pet and humiliate me by making me live in a dog house?”
“You can give up on that.”
Clenching the knife in her hand, she stabbed it towards Long Qinxin, but ultimately pulled it back.
“Get lost, both of you. I don’t want to see you, and don’t think about imprisoning me. Even if I have to kill myself, I won’t let you touch me again.”
Lu Zhiyin closed her eyes.
Long Qinxin stood there, stunned for a long, long time, then left dejectedly, taking Leng Qing Qiu with her.
She understood that things could never go back to how they were, and she couldn’t do anything.
…
After Long Qinxin and Leng Qing Qiu left, Lu Zhiyin remained in place.
Still holding the knife, Lu Zhiyin could hardly bear it any longer; she desperately wanted to kill Ouyang Qing.
Why did she have to go through all this? Why did Leng Qing Qiu and Long Qinxin keep entangled with her?
The reason for everything was Ouyang Qing.
Lu Zhiyin didn’t fight Leng Qing Qiu and Long Qinxin with the knife out of a sudden surge of conscience or a desire to forgive them. In fact, Lu Zhiyin desperately wanted to kill them. She was just conserving her strength.
Lu Zhiyin stared intently at Ouyang Qing’s cabin on the Ferris wheel.
“…Alas…”
Inside the cabin, Ouyang Qing looked at the white-haired girl standing on the ground in the distance and sighed.
The happiness of playing in the morning was gone, leaving Ouyang Qing with nothing but a worried expression.
“Finally… it’s going to end…”
Ouyang Qing casually removed the cabin door. She reappeared in the long robe, halo, and wings she had when Lu Zhiyin first met her, everything was like the first meeting, except that Ouyang Qing’s face was no longer covered by a mist, and… a small turtle doll hung at her waist.
Flying from the Ferris wheel to Lu Zhiyin, Ouyang Qing looked at the girl in front of her quietly.
She could feel the girl’s irrepressible hatred towards her.
“Mmm.”
Touching the doll and the photo at her waist, Ouyang Qing fell into thought.
Lu Zhiyin did not intend to wait for Ouyang Qing to finish thinking.
“You demon.”
She spat and rushed towards Ouyang Qing with the knife.
“………”
Still silent, Ouyang Qing thought within a ten-thousandth of a second about what she should do. She didn’t want to continue the boring game, she didn’t want to kill Lu Zhiyin, and she even less wanted to see the soulless puppet she had already seen once.
What was the difference between being alive and dead for such a puppet?
Ouyang Qing quickly found a solution: to put aside her divine dignity and become as thick-skinned as a human.
The thinking ended, and the blood-stained fruit knife pierced the deity’s spotless robe, which had been so for countless years.
Blood stained the white robe red.
“Oof…”
With a muffled groan, Ouyang Qing bent over.
This was the first time she felt pain, and it was only then that she could truly feel a little of the suffering Lu Zhiyin had experienced.
“………?”
Having struck a blow, Lu Zhiyin was stunned; she never expected to hit a deity.
“It does sting quite a bit.”
Grabbing Lu Zhiyin’s wrist, Ouyang Qing forced her to release the hand holding the knife.
Clang…
The fruit knife fell from Ouyang Qing’s body and dropped to the ground with a clear sound.
The deity’s blood, red, no different from human blood, dripped onto the ground.
“…Kill me… or…”
Or let her become her eternal toy.
Lu Zhiyin closed her eyes.
The game was over. She had stabbed the deity, but she knew she couldn’t kill the person in front of her.
Perhaps, her insignificant struggle was just proving something? Proving she wasn’t a complete coward?
“The game is over.”
Ouyang Qing embraced Lu Zhiyin with her wings.
“You win.”
Shrugging, Ouyang Qing put aside her divine dignity.
She admitted defeat to Lu Zhiyin.
After all, she had started this game, and she was the rule-maker. It was up to her whether Lu Zhiyin won or lost, wasn’t it?
“…You… are you messing with me…”
However, Lu Zhiyin was not as happy as Ouyang Qing had expected.
The determination she had mustered with all her might to either die or be eternally tormented was so insignificant in front of Ouyang Qing. A simple “You win” rendered all those resolutions meaningless.
Ouyang Qing read Lu Zhiyin’s thoughts.
“No, no…”
Ouyang Qing shook her head.
She closed her eyes.
“I just know I was wrong.”
She said.
“You should go home.”
Ouyang Qing said.
“I don’t know when it happened, but I no longer want to treat you as a toy. Instead, I want you to be my friend? It doesn’t matter. In any case, I was terribly wrong. As my apology, you will live a happy life with your family, you will always be healthy and prosperous. Now, I’ll send you home.”
Ouyang Qing hugged Lu Zhiyin.
The next second, Lu Zhiyin lost consciousness and disappeared from this world.
“…”
Silently, Ouyang Qing looked at the doll and the photo in her palm.
She smiled.
This short period of time was more interesting than her countless years of life before. Perhaps what she lacked was not fun, but someone with whom she could communicate? Who knows.
