Chapter 87: How Should I Apologize?
The car arrived at Lu Zhiyin’s house not long after, and Leng Qing Qiu reluctantly saw her off.
“Classmate Zhiyin.”
Pushing Lu Zhiyin to the door, Leng Qing Qiu looked at her with some reluctance.
“Mm, thank you. See you tomorrow.”
Squinting her eyes and a forced smile on her lips, Lu Zhiyin waved at Leng Qing Qiu.
She didn’t intend to ask Leng Qing Qiu to stay for a while, not because she disliked her, but because she was about to face a rather daunting challenge.
After ignoring Leng Qing Qiu for so long, she didn’t need to guess that Leng Qing Qiu must be angry. She couldn’t do anything that might fuel the fire.
However, in Leng Qing Qiu’s eyes, it was different. Although she didn’t say anything on her face, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable inside.
Why didn’t her friend ask her to stay and rest for a while? Did she dislike her? Did she do something wrong?
Overthinking was both Leng Qing Qiu’s strength and her weakness.
“Mm… see you tomorrow…”
Pouting her lips, Leng Qing Qiu obediently returned to the car, not wanting to cause Lu Zhiyin any trouble.
Anyway, she would be able to see her tomorrow, wouldn’t she?
Leng Qing Qiu couldn’t wait to see Lu Zhiyin’s reaction when she knew she was transferring to her class.
Would she be happy?
With some anticipation for tomorrow, Leng Qing Qiu returned to the car and left.
“Hoo…”
Watching Leng Qing Qiu drive away, Lu Zhiyin let out a sigh and took out her key to open her house.
Many of the furniture in the house had been moved. The positions of things like tables had been changed. The TV was lying quietly on the ground, and if nothing unexpected happened, it was completely broken.
The watermarks in the house were high, almost touching the ceiling.
The ground was very messy, with mud, small stones, and occasional small branches everywhere.
After not returning home for a day, the house looked as if it had been abandoned for years, which was disheartening to see.
Lu Zhiyin maneuvered her wheelchair back to the bedroom. The bedsheet on the bed was wrinkled and still wet.
The quilt on the bed was the same, soaked with water. Lu Zhiyin placed a hand on the quilt and pressed it gently, and water began to overflow.
Judging by the looks of it, this bed would probably be unlivable tonight.
She opened the wardrobe again. The clothes inside were also crumpled into a mess. Although there were no branches or stones, they couldn’t escape the invasion of mud and sand.
“…Tch… Relying on myself, I don’t know how long it will take to restore everything to its original state.”
Lowering her head, Lu Zhiyin looked at her legs and felt discouraged.
Now that her legs were disabled, doing anything took a lot of time. She could still sweep the dust at home and wash a few clothes occasionally, but now…
“Forget it…”
She chose to give up and not deal with the messy house for now.
She took out her phone, opened QiuQiu, and clicked on Leng Qing Qiu’s profile picture.
The phone screen was filled with messages Leng Qing Qiu had sent her. At first, they were just concerned inquiries about her location, and then they turned into accusations.
These messages made Lu Zhiyin’s head spin.
She maneuvered her wheelchair out of the house. Across the road, two racks were set up in front of Leng Qing Qiu’s house, with many clothes and quilts hanging on them.
She slowly crossed the road, the wheelchair tires rolling through the water, creating ripples.
These ripples were like Lu Zhiyin’s heart, in complete disarray.
With mixed feelings, Lu Zhiyin arrived at Leng Qing Qiu’s door and took a deep breath again.
“Hoo… As expected, it’s still a bit difficult to offer myself up for abuse…”
After a long moment, she made up her mind and knocked on the door.
The house was very quiet. After a long time, there were footsteps.
After a while longer, the door was opened, and Leng Qing Qiu appeared before her.
Her brown hair was tied in a ponytail, and she was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and pants.
Leng Qing Qiu had obvious dark circles around her eyes, indicating that she hadn’t slept well last night.
Speaking of which, when Lu Zhiyin was crossing the road, she also saw that a layer of blue waterproof cloth had been added to the roof of Leng Qing Qiu’s house.
She couldn’t help but wonder if Leng Qing Qiu had spent the night on the roof.
With this thought, Lu Zhiyin continued to look at Leng Qing Qiu’s face. There was no expression on her face, and she couldn’t tell if she was angry, but it was this very quietness that made Lu Zhiyin more flustered.
“Um… Leng Qing Qiu… I’m sorry, I left you and Leng Qing Qiu yesterday.”
No matter what, she should apologize first.
Lu Zhiyin swallowed and lowered her head, apologizing in a low voice.
Leng Qing Qiu in front of her still had no reaction. Not hearing a response, Lu Zhiyin didn’t dare to look up. After a while, Leng Qing Qiu pushed her wheelchair into the house.
Unlike Lu Zhiyin’s house, Leng Qing Qiu’s house, although it also had obvious signs of being flooded, was almost tidied up. The ground was completely free of mud and stones, and the furniture had been put back in place.
“I’m sorry…”
She apologized again, but still no reply from Leng Qing Qiu.
To be honest, Lu Zhiyin didn’t really want to apologize. She didn’t think she had done anything wrong. If it weren’t for Leng Qing Qiu ignoring her suggestion, this person wouldn’t be in such a miserable situation, right?
Well… Lu Zhiyin was already certain that Leng Qing Qiu had spent the entire night on the roof.
Leng Qing Qiu remained silent, and Lu Zhiyin became increasingly anxious. Often, silence can provoke a person’s feelings more than verbal attacks.
“…”
Maneuvering her wheelchair into Leng Qing Qiu’s kitchen, Lu Zhiyin found a kitchen knife. She returned to the living room with the knife.
In her line of sight, Leng Qing Qiu finally reacted.
“What do you want to do?”
Leng Qing Qiu asked in a cold voice, looking at Lu Zhiyin with cold eyes.
She was indeed angry, but her anger was mainly because Lu Zhiyin wasn’t replying to her messages.
Lu Zhiyin hadn’t replied to any of the messages sent throughout the night. Leng Qing Qiu was really scared that Lu Zhiyin would directly report her to the police.
She chose to remain silent when Lu Zhiyin apologized, just to give her the cold shoulder and to make her realize her mistake herself.
Although she didn’t like Leng Qing Qiu, she could actually understand Lu Zhiyin leaving with Leng Qing Qiu.
People always seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.
Thinking of this, Leng Qing Qiu narrowed her eyes.
She looked at Lu Zhiyin holding the kitchen knife and wasn’t worried that Lu Zhiyin would hurt her with the knife. After all, her childhood friend was just disabled.
She only cared about Lu Zhiyin’s attitude. If Lu Zhiyin really chose to attack her, then Leng Qing Qiu would have no choice but to kill Lu Zhiyin.
Slowly clenching her fist, just as Leng Qing Qiu thought Lu Zhiyin was about to attack her, what Lu Zhiyin did exceeded her expectations.
“Ah… I’m really… really sorry…”
Controlling her pain, Lu Zhiyin actually cut her forearm with the kitchen knife.
A gash from top to bottom appeared, and bright red blood gushed out rapidly, staining the school uniform, and then flowing down along the back of her hand and fingertip, falling to the ground.
Following Lu Zhiyin’s apology, the kitchen knife fell to the ground.
