I smiled and stabbed myself in the chest—one knife—another knife—another knife. There was no sensation, no pain, just watching the blood on my chest spread across my entire body, feeling my eyelids growing increasingly heavy, becoming disobedient.
But I didn’t stop, continuing to stab my chest repeatedly. I had never noticed how beautiful the color of blood could be. That suffocating beauty was dizzying, yet so brilliant.
I watched the red liquid continuously spraying from my chest, for the first time marveling that this eight-year-old body could contain so much blood, could bleed so much.
The bloody smell permeated the air, filling the mourning hall with an indescribable sense of suffocation.
Everyone stared blankly at my merciless self, watching me stab myself repeatedly, with no one stepping forward to stop me, just staring blankly.
Eight knives—
“My debt is completely paid!” I difficultly supported myself, my crooked body rising from the ground, rising and falling—until the last bit of strength was exhausted.
“I will leave with my mother, and we will have no further connection.” My face still smiled, even though it was pale without any color of blood.
That man looked at me, afraid the dagger would pierce his chest, looking at me with disgust, coldly waving his hand: “Go, you are no longer my daughter Ran Song from now on.” Then he quickly fled.
Actually, while stabbing myself, I had carefully avoided vital areas and tried to end my suffering quickly. Consciousness began to blur, my head slowly sinking. There was no dizzying sensation, only an overwhelming sleepiness. I bitterly smiled, unable to escape losing consciousness.
“Take me and my mother away!” These were my last words before losing consciousness.
Finally sinking into endless darkness—
But the feeling of exhaustion seemed unceasing, unable to rest, unable to sleep—I heard someone constantly speaking near my ear. I wanted to open my eyes and see who was speaking, but couldn’t, too tired to even lift my eyelids. I was so tired, just let me rest!
Finally, I fell asleep, and the dream began—
“You are very brave, at least braver than me!” A suddenly cold voice rang out in the darkness. In the lightless darkness, I could vaguely see an indistinct image across from me, only able to discern her silhouette. She had a face similar to mine.
