Chapter 39: The Debt of Blood

She couldn’t breathe.

She wanted to scream.

But no sound came out.

She wanted to cry.

But tears wouldn’t fall.

All she could do was curl up in the corner, trembling uncontrollably.

Then her hand moved.

Not on purpose.

It was involuntary.

That hand—the one that wasn’t broken—slowly lifted.

Reached for her own throat.

Her fingers pressed against her throat.

That throat which couldn’t produce a sound.

She squeezed.

Strangled.

It hurt.

But it was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.

She squeezed harder.

Still hurt.

But it wasn’t enough.

Not enough.

She shoved her hand into her mouth.

Scraped.

Scraped the back of her throat.

Trying to dig something out.

Trying to force a sound.

Trying to make herself cry.

Nothing.

Only dry heaves.

Only the rasping “hah… hah…” from her throat.

She pulled her hand out.

Then reached for her eyes.

Those eyes that couldn’t see.

Her fingers pressed against her eyelids.

She pushed.

Pressed harder.

She wanted to gouge out those useless eyes.

Since she couldn’t see anyway.

Since they were pointless.

Why?

Why did she have to be blind?

Why did she have to be mute?

Why?

Why?!

Just then—

The door opened.

Footsteps.

Very fast.

Very heavy.

Coming toward her.

Before Su Yutao could react, both her hands were grabbed.

One on each side.

Gripped tightly.

A voice sounded above her head, tinged with surprise:

“What are you doing?”

Su Yutao froze.

It was that person.

The one from tonight.

She hadn’t left?

She was back?

She’d finished treating her wounds and come back?

Su Yutao’s mind went blank.

All the anger, resentment, and unwillingness surged up.

Why?

Why her again?

Why did she have to be seen like this?

Why couldn’t she even hurt herself?

She struggled wildly.

Trying to break free from those hands.

But she couldn’t.

They were like iron clamps.

She opened her mouth—

Tried to bite.

Like last time.

But this time—

That hand directly clamped her mouth shut.

Two fingers pinched her cheeks, preventing her from opening.

Su Yutao could only make muffled “mmph” sounds.

She wouldn’t give up.

Her hands dug into that person’s hands.

Her nails sank in.

Using all her strength.

But those hands didn’t budge.

Like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Then she heard a sound.

That person’s laugh.

Light.

Brief.

Not a sneer.

Not mockery.

It was—

The kind of laugh you give when something’s funny.

Like an adult watching a three-year-old flailing their fists.

Su Yutao was stunned.

That person let go of her mouth.

But still gripped her wrists.

Then—

She was lifted.

Her whole body hoisted up.

Carried to the bed.

Dropped.

“Thump.”

She landed on the bed.

Sank into the covers.

Before she could react, that person was already on top of her.

One hand pressed down on her head.

The other covered her mouth.

That voice was right by her ear, very close, very soft, with a hint of amusement:

“What’s this?”

Su Yutao’s whole body went rigid.

The voice continued:

“While I was treating the dog bite, you figured things out?”

A pause.

“Decided to die so quickly?”

Su Yutao shook her head frantically.

Muffled sounds escaped her throat.

That person watched her struggle, let out a soft laugh.

Then the hand covering her mouth released.

But the other hand—

Moved to her shoulder.

The good shoulder.

The one that wasn’t injured.

A chill ran down Su Yutao’s spine.

That voice was right by her ear, soft and flat:

“You want to just leave, don’t you?”

That hand began to tighten.

“You want to die, don’t you?”

It hurt.

A pain that felt like her bones were being crushed.

“Fine.”

That hand kept squeezing.

“I’ll make sure you don’t have the ability.”

Su Yutao started thrashing wildly.

Her body twisted desperately.

Trying to break free from that hand.

But she couldn’t.

That person pinned her down with their body.

A knee pressed on her legs.

One hand held her head down.

The other kept squeezing.

“I’ll just watch you—”

That hand tightened more and more.

“Blind—”

It hurt.

Bones creaked.

“And with both hands useless—”

“How exactly will you die?”

Su Yutao heard a sound.

The sound of bones.

“Crack… crack…”

Coming from her own shoulder.

It hurt.

Too much.

More than the fracture.

More than the kicks.

More than anything.

Her mouth hung open.

No sound came out.

No tears fell.

Only her body trembled.

Spasmed.

Convulsed.

Then—

Darkness consumed her vision.

Not the eternal darkness.

A different kind of black.

A black of nothingness.

She passed out.

—

Lin Qingxue froze.

The struggling body in her hands suddenly went limp.

Soft.

Slack.

She let go.

Looked down at the small figure on the bed.

Motionless.

No sound.

No breath?

She reached out to check for breathing.

Nothing.

Lin Qingxue’s heart sank.

Dead?

She picked up the little thing.

Shook it.

No reaction.

Shook it again.

Still nothing.

Lin Qingxue stared at that pale face.

Moonlight illuminated it, as white as a corpse.

Her hand paused.

Then she heard a faint breath.

Weak.

But present.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

“This little brat…”

She put Su Yutao back on the bed.

Looked down at that face.

Can’t take a joke.

She thought.

But this won’t do.

Can’t let her self-harm.

Finally found such a good punching bag.

One that doesn’t fight back, doesn’t talk back, and won’t tell anyone.

If she died, where would she find another?

Lin Qingxue’s gaze fell on Su Yutao’s injured hand.

Swollen.

Fractured.

She reached out and held it.

Gently felt the bone.

Then—

“Crack.”

She set it back in place.

In her unconscious state, Su Yutao’s body jerked.

A faint groan escaped her lips.

“Mm…”

The pain woke her.

Su Yutao opened her eyes—though she couldn’t see.

Still that eternal darkness before her.

But she knew where she was.

Knew who was beside her.

Her shoulder hurt.

Her hand hurt.

Everything hurt.

But she was alive.

She was still alive.

That voice came from above, indifferent:

“Awake?”

Su Yutao dared not move.

That person watched her cower, let out a soft laugh.

Since you’re awake, we need to take care of another matter.

With that, Lin Qingxue grabbed her hair.

Su Yutao’s face was yanked upward by her hair, her whole body trembling.

Her scalp hurt.

The pain of being torn.

That person let go.

In the moonlight, she looked down at the back of her hand.

There was a clear row of teeth marks.

Blood seeped through.

A thin scab had formed.

She clicked her tongue.

“You really are a little dog, aren’t you.”

Su Yutao curled up, trembling.

That person sat on the edge of the bed.

The mattress dipped.

That voice was right by her ear, very soft:

“I don’t like owing people.”

Su Yutao was stunned.

What did she mean?

That person reached out.

Grabbed her uninjured hand.

The same hand, in the same spot as the wound on that person’s hand.

Before Su Yutao could react—

That person leaned down.

Opened her mouth.

Bit down.

It hurt.

The pain of teeth sinking into flesh.

Worse than the dog bite.

Worse than the shoulder squeeze.

Su Yutao’s mouth hung open, no sound came out, her body convulsed.

She tried to pull her hand back.

But couldn’t.

That person held it tightly.

The smell of blood spread through the air.

In that person’s mouth.

And in Su Yutao’s mouth—she tasted her own blood.

That person bit down, not letting go.

Su Yutao could feel it.

That person was enjoying it.

Biting her, slowly applying pressure.

Teeth sank deeper and deeper.

Blood flowed down Su Yutao’s wrist.

Dripped onto the bed.

One drop.

Two drops.

Finally, that person let go.

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