bayedsolid Chapter 37 Past
Chapter 37 Past
"Are you a girl?" he asked casually.
Qiao Xiao stopped inexplicably. "Yes," she said, and continued walking.
She could clearly feel the person in her arms breathe a sigh of relief.
Although it wasn't the right time, she couldn't help but say, "It itches."
Qin Yan froze, not daring to make any move. "I...I'm sorry."
Qiao Xiao: "Yes, I forgive you." Her breathing was unsteady, and she seemed a little tired.
The two entered a room that looked so new that it seemed uninhabited. Qin Yan sat steadily in a chair, while Qiao Xiao avoided letting him touch the bed directly, so as not to cause him discomfort.
She rummaged through drawers and cupboards, specifically looking for a set of clothes with the tags still attached.
"There are new clothes here."
Qin Yan nodded slightly upon hearing the direction of the voice, "Mm."
Qiao Xiao: "Do you need me to help you change?" She walked up to Qin Yan with the clothes in her hand and asked.
"No need." His language function was also somewhat impaired. Apart from the consecutive sentences that he could blurt out when he was angry, the words that his brain reflected out in a calm state were intermittent.
Qiao Xiao: "Okay, I'll turn my back, you can change."
In her eyes, Qin Yan was a patient who needed care at any time, and she couldn't guarantee what the consequences of her departure would be.
Qin Yan chose to believe her unconditionally. He removed the clothes covering his body, placed them behind his back, and, relying on his senses, changed into the new clothes.
"I...I'm all changed."
Qiao Xiao looked closely and saw that most of the marks on his body had been covered up.
"Qin Yan, we have the ability to kill him now, do you want it?"
She, as an observer, could easily have helped him, but she preferred that Qin Yan finish him off himself.
"You can do whatever you want."
"I want to skin him alive!"
Qin Yan had waited too long for this moment. Whenever he fantasized about escaping, the first thing he did was to make Lin Feng wish he were dead.
He was nothing more than a broken body, his beliefs had collapsed, and his soul was being insulted and trampled upon. Now, his purpose in living was for Lin Feng and all those who had orchestrated this to die.
Qiao Xiao: "I estimate that once Qin Yan succeeds in his revenge, death will be all that awaits him."
If he ultimately decides he doesn't want to live, she will never stop him.
Emotions can be a slow-acting antidote, its magic lying in its ability to prolong death. But it is also undoubtedly a suffocating poison, constantly extending suffering, increasing the amount of misfortune endured, and causing bitterness that should not have been tasted to be absorbed by the taste buds like a stream.
Qiao Xiao didn't want to be his poison. If she had to die, she would. This life was too painful and unbearable. She wanted to let go of herself and commit suicide, just like him.
That's right, the news about Qiao Xiao came from suicide. Before she died, she was diagnosed with severe depression. She had an irresponsible father, an unwise mother, and an immature younger brother.
She received far too little attention growing up, to the point that she always ignored her own emotions and always treated others with a cold and indifferent expression.
She grew accustomed to facing the harsh realities of the world alone, which also made her realize how filthy society can be.
She fantasized countless times about picking up a sharp blade and slashing at those who polluted the environment, but she knew it was all in vain; she couldn't win.
Finally, on the last day of her life, she picked up a knife and swung it at the person she had imagined countless times—herself.