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Su Yutao said nothing.
“She seems really sad,” Qiansui added.
Su Yutao hugged Qiansui tighter.
She knew.
She knew she was sad.
But she couldn’t help it.
Qiansui paused, then said, “She’s the one from the day, not the night.”
Su Yutao knew.
“She hasn’t done anything wrong.”
Su Yutao knew.
She knew.
She knew…
“She bought you buns, let you sleep in the bed, changed your bandages, took you back when she was at her most desperate. But she’s also the one…”
Su Yutao knew.
She knew it all.
Qiansui’s voice grew very small. “I… it’s not great of me to say this, but… could you not hate her?”
Su Yutao buried her face in Qiansui’s fur.
She didn’t hate her.
What she hated was the one from the night.
But she couldn’t tell them apart.
They were the same person.
Same face, same voice, same hands.
She couldn’t tell.
She really couldn’t.
Qiansui whispered softly in her ear, “I know you can’t tell… I can’t either.”
A pause.
“But the daytime her doesn’t know what the nighttime one did. She doesn’t know anything.”
“She thinks she looked after you for a few days, thinks you were good, thinks you just fell.”
“She doesn’t know a thing.”
Su Yutao was stunned.
Qiansui continued, “If she knew… if she knew what the nighttime one did to you… she would be devastated.”
“But she can’t know.”
Another pause, voice even softer. “The nighttime one won’t let her know.”
Su Yutao hugged Qiansui tighter.
Yes.
She couldn’t know.
That person had said—don’t mention it.
That person had said—let her think it was a fall.
That person had said—tomorrow the daytime me will wake up, and she’ll think she healed it.
Qiansui’s voice carried a trace of helplessness. “So… you have to bear it alone.”
“You can’t tell her, can’t let her see. You have to pretend in front of her like nothing happened.”
Su Yutao listened, her heart feeling blocked by something.
Pretend.
She had to pretend.
Pretend nothing ever happened.
Pretend her hand was from a fall.
Pretend her shoulder was from a bump.
Pretend that gentle person really had taken care of her for days.
Qiansui whispered, “I’m sorry… I can’t help you more…”
Su Yutao shook her head.
It wasn’t its fault.
It was hers.
That person’s.
The nighttime one’s.
Footsteps came from the kitchen then.
Lin Qingxue walked out carrying a bowl.
“The porridge is ready. Come eat.”
Su Yutao curled up in the corner of the bed, not moving.
Lin Qingxue approached and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Here, open your mouth.”
Su Yutao hesitated.
Then slowly opened her mouth.
The porridge was fed in.
Warm.
Sticky.
Just like that morning.
She chewed the porridge, no tears falling, but her heart wept silently.
Qiansui whispered in her ear, “See, she’s a good person. You ate her porridge. You didn’t avoid her.”
Su Yutao swallowed the porridge. She hadn’t avoided her.
She ate.
She let that person feed her.
Even though she was still afraid.
Even though she still couldn’t tell them apart.
But she ate.
Lin Qingxue finished feeding her and stood up. “I’m going to class. Nian Nian will bring you lunch at noon.”
She walked to the door, then turned back. “Get some rest. Don’t overthink.”
The door opened and closed.
Footsteps faded.
The room fell silent.
Su Yutao curled up on the bed, hugging Qiansui.
Qiansui whispered in her ear, “You did great. You didn’t avoid her just now.”
Su Yutao hugged Qiansui tighter. She hadn’t avoided her.
She ate.
Even though she was still afraid.
Even though she still couldn’t tell them apart.
But she ate.
That was enough.
She stared at the door.
That person was gone.
The daytime one was gone.
The nighttime one would come back.
But she had Qiansui.
Enough.
***
Lin Qingxue left.
The sound of the door closing still lingered in her ears. Su Yutao curled up on the bed, hugging Qiansui, motionless.
Sunlight seeped through the curtain gap, warm on her face. But she didn’t want to move.
The bite mark on her hand still ached, her shoulder still sore, her stomach still bloated.
Qiansui’s skill had healed the bones, but the flesh wounds could only mend slowly.
Qiansui nuzzled in her arms. “Are you hungry? Shen Nian won’t come until noon. There’s still a while.”
Su Yutao shook her head.
Not hungry.
Couldn’t eat anything.
She just stared into the eternal darkness, her mind blank.
No, not blank—something was churning inside. Those images started flashing again.
The rainy night, the bun shop, the hand that bit her, the hand that bit back, the person who licked her wound. And last night—that voice saying “It’s more interesting than killing.”
Su Yutao’s hands began to tremble.
Qiansui felt it. “You’re starting again… Don’t think about it, okay?”
Su Yutao hugged Qiansui tighter.
She couldn’t control it.
Those images spun on their own, flashed on their own, drilled into her brain on their own, impossible to drive away.
Qiansui was silent for a while, then whispered, “I looked at the email again last night.”
Su Yutao was caught off guard.
Qiansui’s voice carried a hint of confusion. “The email listed all the main characters. Protagonists, villains, important supporting roles… I read it all.”
Su Yutao waited.
Qiansui paused, voice growing more puzzled. “But… Lin Qingxue wasn’t in it.”
Su Yutao froze.
Not there?
“Right,” Qiansui said. “I went through the list several times. From beginning to end, then end to beginning. Her name wasn’t there.”
“She wasn’t on the protagonist list, not on the villain list, not on the supporting list either.”
A pause.
“She’s like… an extra.”
Su Yutao listened, her mind blank. An extra? The one who killed Zhou Wan was an extra? The one who crushed her shoulder was an extra? The one who said “It’s more interesting than killing” was an extra?
Qiansui whispered, “Maybe… she really is just an ordinary person in this world. Not an important character. Just… happened to pick you up.”
Su Yutao hugged Qiansui tighter.
An ordinary person.
The one who turned into someone else at night was an ordinary person.
The one who made her unable to tell day from night was an ordinary person.
She didn’t know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or be more afraid.
If she was an ordinary person, then what she did wasn’t scripted.
It was what she herself wanted to do.
Hitting her, biting her, crushing her shoulder—all things she herself wanted to do.
Not a villain’s task.
Not a main plot arrangement.
It was her.
Su Yutao’s hands began to tremble.
Qiansui felt it, voice growing even smaller. “You… what are you afraid of?”
Su Yutao didn’t answer.
She just hugged Qiansui tighter.
Afraid of what?
Afraid she wasn’t a villain.
Afraid she was just an ordinary person.
Afraid that the harm wasn’t for the plot, but because she enjoyed it.
Afraid that tomorrow night, the night after, every night from now on, she would wake up, hit her, bite her, crush her, because she wanted to.
Because she found it “more interesting than killing.”
Because she was an ordinary person.
Ordinary people have no script, no constraints, no “it ends when you beat her.”
She would be there forever.
Forever.
Qiansui fell silent.
It just stayed quietly in Su Yutao’s arms, letting her hold on.
After a long time, that soft voice sounded again, tinged with uncertainty. “Then… what do we do? If she’s not a villain, just an ordinary person… do we have to stay like this forever?”
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