Cui Yun’s fingers entered her, causing her to twitch and emit rapid breaths. “Dong Qin, see, a good man only needs his fingers to make a woman climax.” He quickened his pace, occasionally rubbing the tip with his thumb, eliciting her suppressed moans. Dong Qin began to convulse, suddenly gripping his shoulders tightly, her legs curling up as if to escape, yet also to get closer. Cui Yun pinned her against the wall, slightly exerting his waist, and entered her. Dong Qin let out a sound akin to pain, but her legs immediately wrapped around him, not letting him withdraw. “Dong Qin, stay with me… don’t leave.” He murmured, “Look at me with those eyes, only at me. Whether it’s depravity, despair, or splendor, it should all be for me alone.” She was a work of art worth careful crafting, to be treated with both care and firmness. He couldn’t bear to see her joyful with others, not for him! He couldn’t stand her treating him as if he were nothing, even if she was gazing at Lu Tuo! Suddenly, he intensified his force, mercilessly, almost piercing through her. Dong Qin’s back rubbed against the wall, letting out intense moans, her legs spasming, unable to hold onto his waist any longer, sliding down. Cui Yun lifted her legs, fully opening her, and himself entering entirely, leaving no gap. He didn’t want to leave any gap, hoping she was only thinking of him at this moment, only him!
“Dong Qin! Hold me! Dong Qin!” He gasped, moving her waist to rub against him. Warm him, envelop him, so his cold blood could warm up a bit. Thus, he could feel his own pounding heart. Dong Qin tightly hugged his neck, suddenly unable to bear it, arching her neck back, pressing it against the wall for some support in the storm. The dark basement seemed to emit a light, perhaps from her, perhaps from him. Dong Qin felt the sounds of their collision drilling deep into her soul, never ceasing. Her entire soul curled and stretched with each of his deep thrusts. He reached to embrace her soul, could he? She saw the vast abyss about to swallow her, could she go back like this, could she?
“Dong Qin…” In the end, he stopped. “Dong Qin, Lu Tuo isn’t dead. He was saved by Lawrence. If he doesn’t find you within three days, you’ll be mine forever…” Dong Qin felt as if she had fallen into an icy glacier, her brain short-circuiting from the complexity of the information. Cui Yun pierced through her, his massive black hand suddenly enveloping her, dragging her down. She let out a short, sharp moan. She stared blankly at the face in front of her, the world suddenly twisting. “Ah————!” She screamed out, all the strings in her mind, all the sounds, stopping in an instant, turning into complete silence. Cui Yun burst into laughter, the black hand had caught her. From now on, she was his alone. His solitary star, his lonely star, a star without light.
The basement door was suddenly kicked open with force, bright light piercing in. Dong Qin covered her eyes, her screams seemingly endless. Her heart heard no sound, as if there was nothing left. “Cui Yun!” A furious roar, then someone stumbled in. Cui Yun turned, looking at him with a faint smile. “You always come earlier than I expect, Lu kid.” As soon as he finished speaking, with a “whoosh,” he suddenly stiffened. Dong Qin stared blankly at him as he turned towards her, giving a strange smile. It was mocking, deceptive, with a hint of sadness. Suddenly, his chest burst open with a vivid flower of blood, so fast, spraying her face. Dong Qin’s scream abruptly stopped, like a tape recorder suddenly unplugged. Cui Yun slowly looked down at his pierced chest, and after a long while, he let out a sigh-like sound, his hand loosening, his body falling backward, blood spreading beneath him. Lu Tuo’s clothes were also soaked in blood, but his eyes were burning, bright. He walked over with the gun, his expression as strange as hers, staring at him for a long time before softly saying, “I said… if there’s a next time, I’ll definitely kill you, Cui Yun…”
Cui Yun’s eyes were open, his gaze infatuated and illusory. He looked at her for a long time, then suddenly started trembling as he reached into his pocket for something. It was a wallet. He opened it, and inside it was all stained red with blood. There was a photo inside. It was from the first time he met Dong Qin, a picture he took of her with his phone. He had printed it out and kept it in his wallet. He brought the photo to his lips, kissed it gently, and gave Dong Qin a malicious, playful smile. “I love you,” he said silently with his lips. Dong Qin shivered, curling up on the ground, but her eyes couldn’t leave his face. He was a devil, definitely a devil, using death as the price, just like Lu Tuo, cursing himself for life. She let out a soft cry of fear, her expression terrified, and suddenly closed her eyes, fainting. Cui Yun’s lips curled into a smile, satisfied and exhilarated. His star, belonging only to him. “Hee… I’ve… finally picked you.” He said, then his breathing stopped. Lu Tuo didn’t say a word; he was panting, his voice growing fainter. Severely injured, not fully recovered, he had been running around looking for them. He felt countless beams of light flashing before his eyes. Black, white, yellow, pink… all eventually turning into the startling red blood beneath Cui Yun’s body. With a “thud,” the gun dropped from his hand, and he fell too. He couldn’t get up, he told himself. Truly, he couldn’t get up…
Four months later, at the Second Psychiatric Hospital—
