Chapter 81: A Plea in the Dark

Why would she do something like this?

It wasn’t her style.

Lin Qingxue watched Su Yutao curl up under the blanket, clutching that little penguin, lying there, still trembling slightly, like a young animal finally returned to its nest.

Lin Qingxue sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her.

Moonlight slipped through the gap in the curtains, falling on the little blind girl’s face. White hair spread across the pillow, her purple eyes closed, eyelashes trembling, and on her lips were bite marks she had made herself.

Her gaze settled on Su Yutao’s throat. That slender neck, the Adam’s apple not prominent, but just now, from there, two words had been squeezed out. “Please.”

Lin Qingxue reached out, wanting to grab her throat. Her fingers stopped in midair, then pulled back.

She was thinking again. Why did she do this? Why did she keep this little blind girl?

She remembered grabbing that foot and twisting it. Why had she done something so irrational?

It was for this little blind girl.

A pet that only rubbed against her, tried to please her, to amuse her.

A punching bag.

A stress reliever.

For something like this, she had fought with the people in the organization.

Her temples began to ache. It felt like something was stirring inside.

She closed her eyes, rubbed them. Her mind was a mess.

No, she couldn’t think about this.

Then she suddenly opened her eyes. No.

She sat up straight.

Just now, when she was about to strike, that call had come.

Section Chief Luo.

How did he know she was going to act?

How did he know the man was in danger?

How did he know so timely?

She remembered the voice on the other end when the call connected. Tired and helpless, as if he had known all this would happen.

Her fingers clenched the bedsheet. No.

She picked up the black phone, scrolled to the call log, and dialed out.

The phone rang twice. It was answered.

That voice was still tired, with a patronizing tone.

“Lin Xue? What else is it?”

Lin Qingxue’s voice was low, carrying an indescribable coldness.

“Luo, I want to ask you something.”

On the other side.

Su Yutao curled up under the blanket, holding Qiansui.

Qiansui’s voice exploded in her ear, with irrepressible excitement.

“Host! Great! You actually spoke!”

Su Yutao froze.

She… spoke just now?

She remembered that scene. The man grabbing her hair and dragging her out, she threw herself at Lin Qingxue’s legs, squeezing out two words from her throat.

She didn’t know how those words came out. She was just too scared, too desperate to stay, too afraid to be taken away.

She subconsciously wanted to speak, and then it came out.

Qiansui was still excited.

“Try now! See if you can talk? Maybe it’s better? I remember the doctor said rehabilitation exercises could help!”

Su Yutao opened her mouth.

She wanted to say her own name.

But only a raspy sound came out of her throat, like a leaky bellows.

She didn’t believe it. She tried again, pushing hard, forcing the air out of her throat.

“Ah…” Very soft, very short, but it was indeed a sound.

Not a rasp. It was “ah.”

She was happy for a moment, then tried again.

“Ah… ah… cough, cough, cough…”

Her throat felt blocked by something. She started coughing violently, the coughing jolting her whole body off the bed, curling up, coughing until tears came out, though none flowed down.

She hugged Qiansui, coughing so hard she could barely breathe, her face flushed red.

Lin Qingxue was on the phone when she heard Su Yutao’s rasping sounds, followed by heart-wrenching coughs.

She frowned, said a few more words into the phone, and hung up.

She stood up, walked to the bed, and looked down at the little blind girl coughing into a ball.

She wanted to reach out, grab her neck, and lift her up, but pulled back again.

She just stood there, watching.

Not sure what she was thinking.

Qiansui was anxious. It felt Su Yutao’s throat spasming, her vocal cords vibrating, but she couldn’t speak.

It quickly used healing.

A cool sensation surged from her body, seeping into Su Yutao’s throat.

The coughing gradually stopped. Su Yutao panted heavily, her throat feeling like it had been washed with ice water, cool and comfortable.

She touched her own throat. No pain, no itch, no cough.

Qiansui whispered in her ear.

“It’s okay now… no more coughing… I used the healing on your throat…”

Su Yutao hugged Qiansui tighter.

Lin Qingxue watched her stop coughing, unsure of what she was thinking.

She stood there, watching Su Yutao curl up under the blanket, hugging the penguin, her little face pale, lips chapped, exuding a sense of fragility.

For some reason, she wanted to bully her again.

Wanted to pinch her face, choke her neck, hear her whimper miserably.

She was very agitated inside, like a fire burning. She didn’t know if it was because of what just happened, because of Section Chief Luo’s call, or because of this little blind girl.

She picked up her phone, scrolled to Zhou Ye’s number, and dialed.

The phone rang twice. It was answered.

Zhou Ye’s voice was hoarse from just waking up, with a hint of caution.

“L-Lin Jie? What now?”

“Usually you only contact me on missions. Why so frequent now?”

Lin Qingxue’s voice was flat, with a hint of impatience.

“Hurry up.”

“I have urgent business. Drive over and pick me up.”

Zhou Ye paused, then reacted.

“Oh, oh, okay. I’ll come to your apartment building right away.”

Lin Qingxue hung up.

She glanced at Su Yutao, then walked to the bedside, gathered the disassembled gun parts, and put them in her pocket.

She put on her coat, pulled open the door, and walked out.

The door closed.

The footsteps faded away.

The room fell silent.

Su Yutao curled up on the bed, holding Qiansui, listening to the footsteps growing fainter until they disappeared.

She sat there for she didn’t know how long.

Until the cool sensation in her throat faded, replaced by that familiar feeling of a lump stuck in her throat.

This familiar feeling made her very uncomfortable. Her whole body went limp.

Like a string that had been stretched too long, finally snapping.

She lay there, staring into the eternal darkness, her mind blank.

Then she started to let her thoughts run wild. I’m really too weak now, too useless.

Even when I beg for help, I can only beg from someone who abuses me.

I’m such a waste.

I really want to go home. I don’t want to be here anymore.

I want to speak normally. I want to see things.

Especially stay away from all of this.

Qiansui saw her being so negative and quickly comforted her.

“Host, host! It’s okay! You’re not useless!”

“You were already amazing! In that situation, you still came up with a solution! Very impressive!”

“If it were me… well, I would have just waited to die.”

“And… I’m also kind of a waste.”

“With me as a contrast, you seem really capable! Don’t worry, you’re not useless. At least you have me, the big waste, as a foil. Hehehe.”

Su Yutao listened to Qiansui’s nonsense and didn’t know what to say.

She suddenly felt like laughing a little. She hugged Qiansui even tighter.

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