Chapter 90: Things are getting more and more troublesome.
Due to the flood, Leng Qing Qiu’s home had no ingredients left, and the rice was mostly ruined.
So, Leng Qing Qiu could only take out two packs of instant noodles, which she had bought for emergencies.
Since they were wrapped in plastic, the instant noodles were still edible.
Water was boiled, instant noodles were prepared, and then Leng Qing Qiu, sitting on a chair, finished this simple dinner with Lu Zhiyin.
It was getting late, she hadn’t rested well last night and had been busy all day, she couldn’t continue working. The basement cleanup work was postponed to tomorrow, and now she was preparing to sleep.
Lu Zhiyin hadn’t been as busy and had rested well yesterday, but due to blood loss, she also planned to rest early.
Setting her alarm, Lu Zhiyin leaned back in her wheelchair and closed her eyes, soon falling asleep.
In her dream, she saw her parents again, and they seemed very sad about her departure.
Lu Zhiyin used to feel that her parents didn’t love her because of some trivial matters, which made her unhappy and overthink, leading her to become self-conscious and withdrawn.
But even when she distrusted her parents the most, she never wanted to be separated from them.
“…?”
When she woke up, her waist and neck were sore, and her back was wet to the touch.
It must have been sweat.
She touched the corners of her eyes, and a cold tear brought her back to reality.
“…”
In silence, her resolve to go home grew stronger, not only for herself but also for her parents.
“Good morning.”
She turned her head and looked at Leng Qing Qiu, who was still sleeping, leaning on the chair.
The girl was probably too tired; her sleeping posture was not good.
Her hair was scattered on her face, her head tilted to the right, as if she might fall off the chair at any moment.
Not knowing why, Lu Zhiyin reached out and straightened Leng Qing Qiu’s head, and tidied the hair in front of her face.
She suddenly remembered that Leng Qing Qiu’s parents were dead, and she still had a chance to see her parents, but Leng Qing Qiu had no such opportunity.
Of course, she wouldn’t pity Leng Qing Qiu; after all, Leng Qing Qiu hadn’t shown her any pity when she was tormenting her…
After dozing off in her wheelchair for a while longer, Leng Qing Qiu opened her eyes when her phone alarm rang.
“…Good morning.”
She pushed herself up with her hands on the armrests of the chair and shook her head.
“Let’s go to school.”
After tidying herself up, she pushed Lu Zhiyin and left home.
Perhaps she just woke up groggily, Lu Zhiyin could feel something was off with her, but she didn’t say anything.
Being pushed by Leng Qing Qiu, they each bought breakfast from a breakfast shop as they passed by. Perhaps they should be grateful that the breakfast shop reopened so quickly, otherwise, they would have had to spend the morning on an empty stomach.
Eating as they walked, Leng Qing Qiu’s strangeness became more apparent. The wheelchair’s tires rolled over some high stones a few times, making Lu Zhiyin uncomfortable.
She was not usually like this.
*Yawn…*
Unable to watch any longer, Lu Zhiyin yawned to make her upcoming question less abrupt.
“Leng Qing Qiu, what’s wrong? Why do you seem a little strange today?”
“I’m fine.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Leng Qing Qiu immediately replied.
Then, there was a long silence.
Not long after, the two of them arrived at the school.
The school today was no different from usual. The most notable thing was that some of the cement roads had been dug up, probably for electrical repairs?
Who knew.
Pushing Lu Zhiyin, Leng Qing Qiu walked in silence. Where Lu Zhiyin couldn’t see, Leng Qing Qiu’s expression became increasingly strange.
She pushed Lu Zhiyin into the elevator as usual but didn’t select the floor immediately.
As the elevator slowly closed, Leng Qing Qiu released her grip on Lu Zhiyin’s wheelchair.
“I had a dream.”
Leaning against the elevator wall, Leng Qing Qiu touched the small advertisements on the elevator with her right hand.
“Oh…? What dream is so important that Leng Qing Qiu is so concerned about it?”
Lu Zhiyin gradually realized something was wrong, but she managed to stay calm and ignore Leng Qing Qiu’s gaze.
Grabbing a lock of her hair, Lu Zhiyin closed her eyes and rubbed the hair back and forth to calm herself down as much as possible.
Although it was the first time she had done this, it seemed to be effective, at least in Lu Zhiyin’s opinion.
“I dreamed I killed you.”
After Leng Qing Qiu finished speaking, Lu Zhiyin was stunned and then fell silent.
She was a bit confused, unable to understand why Leng Qing Qiu had such a dream, nor what her purpose was in telling her this now.
*Gulp…*
Swallowing, Lu Zhiyin released her hair.
Beside her, Leng Qing Qiu walked in front of her, squatted down, and reached out to hold Lu Zhiyin’s left arm that was hanging in front of her.
“This is not the first time I’ve had such a dream. I saw myself wearing a wedding dress, killing you with a woodcutter’s axe after tying you to a chair, and then dismembering you.”
Applying a little force, Leng Qing Qiu didn’t understand why she had such dreams.
It was simply absurd.
She remembered what she had said in the dream, which was somewhat pathological, with endless possessiveness… and… love?
Leng Qing Qiu didn’t think she would wear a wedding dress, nor did she think she would fall in love with the girl she currently considered a plaything.
Gently squeezing the girl’s forearm, Leng Qing Qiu remained silent for a while, then rested her upper body on Lu Zhiyin’s lap.
“Zhiyin, do you think I will ever fall in love with you?”
She said something nonsensical, but it didn’t matter; she wasn’t worried about Lu Zhiyin thinking she was a weirdo.
Hadn’t she already done enough strange things?
She felt like she would be struck by lightning one day.
With a subtle shift in her mindset, Leng Qing Qiu closed her eyes, and the hand holding Lu Zhiyin’s forearm tightened slightly.
“Mmm…”
The girl in front of her let out a muffled sound.
“I… I don’t know. In my impression, Leng Qing Qiu never really cared about my thoughts? So whatever I think doesn’t matter… As for love, I don’t crave that. If Leng Qing Qiu wants to kill me… I won’t be able to resist.”
Lu Zhiyin knew the specific details of the dream Leng Qing Qiu mentioned; it was probably the CG that Lu Zhiyin saw before she died.
She wasn’t sure what to say now; saying the wrong thing might get her killed prematurely.
Her heart beating wildly, Lu Zhiyin chose to play dumb, while lowering her stance further, begging Leng Qing Qiu to spare her for the time being.
She succeeded, as Leng Qing Qiu didn’t intend to kill anyone over a nonsensical dream.
She stood up, selected the floor, and the elevator began to ascend.
