He looked at her again, tightly holding the photograph he had just torn from the bulletin board, and turned to leave.
Xia Qianchi stood alone in the school’s empty bathroom, leaning on the sink, her chest still aching terribly. She turned the faucet to maximum, wet her arms, and splashed cold water on her face, trying to stay conscious. Accidentally touching the uneven scar on her wrist, her throat suddenly tightened; she couldn’t breathe, as if returning to that sunny afternoon ten years ago…
She ran stumbling down the bustling street, her eyes unfocused, chaotic heartbeat and heavy breathing covering everything. Her lips were dry and stuck together, unable to make a sound. She ran desperately, constantly being knocked down and getting up again. She didn’t know where she was going. Suddenly, she seemed to crash into something, her wavering body grabbed by someone, followed by the sound of shattering glass. That sharp sound pierced every nerve in her body. She looked up blankly, someone pointing at the sharp glass fragments seemingly saying something to her, his voice loud but unintelligible! The crystal glass shards reflected dazzling light in the sun.
She slowly squatted down, picked up a piece, and forcefully slashed it across her wrist. Instantly, blood gushed from her wrist, reddening her eyes, adding a bloody hue to the pale daylight…
Chapter 65: Brother’s Lover
Tears crawled across her face. Ten years. Ten years. She was tired, weary. Yet the pain was always fresh and intense, like the only living thing in her body. She stepped out of the bathroom, the fierce sunlight making her dizzy. She walked slowly, supporting herself against the wall, afraid she might collapse.
