Chapter 10: White Hair and Violet Eyes

Her hand reached over, gently brushing Su Yutao’s hand aside.

One by one, she slowly undid the frogs.

Very gently.

Very slowly.

Her clothes slid off her shoulders.

A chill crept in.

Su Yutao instinctively shrank back.

Then she heard Lin Qingxue take a sharp breath.

“What happened to your shoulder?”

Su Yutao froze.

Shoulder?

Lin Qingxue’s hand lightly touched her shoulder—the right one.

Pain.

A piercing pain.

Su Yutao gasped.

Lin Qingxue’s voice grew tense:

“How did it get so swollen? It’s all bruised… You’re injured?”

Only then did Su Yutao remember.

Last night.

That kick from the killer.

She had thought it just hurt, but she hadn’t expected this much swelling and bruising.

She pointed at her shoulder, then gestured vaguely into the distance—someone had kicked her.

Lin Qingxue was silent for a few seconds.

Then her voice turned a little muffled:

“Take a bath first. After you’re done, I’ll put some medicine on it.”

She gently supported Su Yutao and helped her sit into the bathtub.

Hot water rose up.

As Su Yutao immersed herself, she couldn’t help letting out a soft hiss—the hot water on her shoulder hurt even more.

But it was warm. Really warm.

She hadn’t felt this warmth for a whole day and night.

Lin Qingxue crouched by the tub, ladling water and slowly pouring it over her.

Very gentle. Very comfortable.

The scent of shampoo spread out—light, like flowers.

Lin Qingxue’s fingers ran through her hair, gently massaging.

As she rubbed, the motion suddenly paused.

Su Yutao sensed the pause and looked up, bewildered.

Lin Qingxue didn’t speak.

But Su Yutao could feel a gaze fixed on her head, lingering.

A long time.

Then those hands resumed—rubbing, rinsing.

But even gentler than before.

As if confirming something.

After washing her hair, Lin Qingxue wrapped a towel around her head, then began washing her body.

Hot water streamed over her skin, warm and soothing.

Lin Qingxue’s hands were light and careful, avoiding the wound on her shoulder.

As she washed, one hand paused again.

This time, beside her face.

Su Yutao could feel Lin Qingxue’s gaze, very close, right in front of her eyes.

“Your eyes…” Lin Qingxue’s voice was soft, as if talking to herself.

Su Yutao blinked.

What about my eyes?

She knew nothing.

Lin Qingxue didn’t speak again.

She continued washing.

Continued rinsing.

After a long while, the sound of water stopped. Lin Qingxue wrapped her in a large towel and helped her out.

Then came the sound of a hairdryer.

Humming.

Lin Qingxue stood behind her, fingers running through her hair, drying it bit by bit.

As she dried, her hand stopped again.

A few seconds of silence.

Lin Qingxue’s voice came from behind, tinged with surprise:

“Your hair…”

Su Yutao tilted her head.

Hair? What about it?

She reached up to feel her hair, but Lin Qingxue gently pressed her hand down.

“Don’t move. It’s not dry yet.”

The hairdryer hummed again.

Buzz buzz buzz.

Until it finished.

Lin Qingxue turned off the hairdryer but didn’t move right away.

Su Yutao could feel her standing behind, looking at her.

A long silence.

Then Lin Qingxue came around to face her and knelt down.

Very close.

So close that Su Yutao could feel her breath.

That hand reached out, gently brushing aside the stray hairs on her forehead.

“Su Yutao.”

Her voice was soft, as if afraid to startle her.

“Your hair… is white.”

Su Yutao was stunned.

White?

Lin Qingxue continued:

“Not the grayish white—it’s… pure white, like snow.”

Su Yutao opened her mouth.

She didn’t know how to react.

White hair?

This body has white hair?

Lin Qingxue’s hand lightly touched her eyes—just on the eyelids, very gently.

“Your eyes… earlier in the bathroom, I thought I saw them.”

“Violet.”

“A deep violet, but… lifeless, as if covered in a layer of mist.”

Lin Qingxue paused, her voice even softer:

“Like they’re dead.”

Su Yutao sat there, her mind blank.

White hair.

Violet eyes.

Eyes with a dead aura. This body… who is it? Su Yutao sighed softly.

‘No wonder Shen Nian said I looked good. White hair and violet eyes—that’s really special. So I’m this special, huh.’

Lin Qingxue gently took Su Yutao’s hand.

“Let’s not worry about that now. You still have a fever and need to rest.”

She helped Su Yutao up and led her out of the bathroom.

A towel had already been spread on the sofa, in case her wet hair dampened it.

Lin Qingxue made her sit down and went to get medicine.

“Here, take this.”

Su Yutao swallowed it with water.

Then she was helped to the bed.

“Lie down and rest for now.”

“I’ll take care of this afternoon’s lessons.”

Lin Qingxue tucked her in.

Su Yutao lay on the unfamiliar bed, her mind still in turmoil.

Such strange hair color, and on top of that, why is this body disabled?

What exactly did this body go through?

As she thought, her eyelids grew heavier.

Fever made her groggy.

Consciousness slowly blurred.

Finally, she knew nothing.

…

She didn’t know how long it had been.

Maybe an hour, maybe three. Su Yutao woke up in a haze.

To be precise, it was dark. Her head was heavy. Her body felt heavy. Her eyelids too.

She moved her fingers and found them weak, without strength.

She tried to open her eyes—then remembered, it didn’t matter whether she opened them or not.

Where was she?

Where is this?

She struggled to recall.

Lin Qingxue…

Right.

She was at Lin Qingxue’s house lying in bed.

Su Yutao tried to move.

Her whole body ached.

Shoulder, knee, even the marrow of her bones hurt.

She reached out and felt beside her.

Empty.

Blanket.

Pillow.

No one.

Lin Qingxue wasn’t there?

She reached out to the other side.

Edge of the bed.

Further out—a nightstand? Or nothing?

She kept feeling.

Her hand stretched out and touched something soft.

Warm, with heat.

It was a living person’s hand.

Su Yutao froze, then followed the hand upward.

Wrist, arm, shoulder.

It must be Lin Qingxue.

She was lying right beside her.

Su Yutao’s hand stopped on Lin Qingxue’s face; she could feel her steady breathing.

She was asleep.

Only then did Su Yutao realize—she had been unconscious, and now she was awake; it was probably already dark.

Lin Qingxue hadn’t slept on the couch.

She slept beside her.

Su Yutao withdrew her hand back under the covers.

The surroundings were very quiet.

Only Lin Qingxue’s soft breathing.

And sounds from outside the window—far away, faint, probably the city at night.

Su Yutao lay in the darkness—eternal darkness—her mind slowly clearing.

This body, who is it?

And who was she?

Why did she transmigrate into this person?

Su Yutao didn’t know.

She knew nothing.

Ever since she transmigrated, she’d been completely dazed.

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