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Join the ServerA fire flared in Su Yutao’s chest.
That pink-haired girl had bullied her yesterday, and today she wouldn’t even cook for her.
Lin Qingxue hadn’t hit her hard enough. She should have hit her harder, broken her fingers beyond repair, crippled her legs so she couldn’t walk.
She should have acted more pathetic in front of Lin Qingxue, cried louder, made Lin Qingxue beat her half to death.
Su Yutao bit her lip and thought bitter thoughts.
Qiansui whispered in her ear. “Host, aren’t you running away? Why bother with her?”
Su Yutao paused. Right. She was leaving.
The day after tomorrow, in the early hours, she’d be gone.
She wasn’t going to waste her feelings on that pink-haired girl.
She took a deep breath and let it go.
She threw off the covers and slid off the bed, her feet meeting the cool floor.
She picked up Qiansui and felt her way to the bedroom door.
Her stomach was still empty, starting to cramp.
She didn’t want to beg that pink-haired girl. She didn’t want to hear that sneering voice of hers.
She’d find something to eat herself.
She’d been in Lin Qingxue’s house for days now. She couldn’t see, but she’d learned the layout.
Out of the bedroom, the living room was to the left, the bathroom to the right.
The kitchen sat at the far end of the living room, past the dining table, a few steps more.
She kept one hand on the wall and walked forward, step by step.
Her little penguin slippers went patter, patter on the floor.
In the living room, she touched the sofa, moved around the coffee table, and reached the dining table.
A bit further, and her hand met the kitchen doorframe.
She stepped in and ran her hands over the countertop.
She touched bowls, plates, a chopstick holder.
None of those were what she wanted.
She was looking for something she could eat straight out of the package: ham sausage, bread, crackers.
Nothing to cook, nothing to heat. Just tear it open and eat.
She crouched down and opened the cabinet, feeling inside.
Her hand found a pot, then a basin, then bottles of seasoning.
No food.
She opened another door and reached in. Her hand met a bag, soft and rustling. Flour.
Not what she wanted.
She closed it and opened the refrigerator.
Cold air rushed out at her.
Her hand searched: eggs, greens, the leftover pork rib soup from yesterday.
Still nothing.
She shut the door and stood in the middle of the kitchen, a little lost.
Qiansui whispered again. “Host, why not call the pink-haired girl up and have her cook?”
‘No,’ Su Yutao answered in her mind.
She didn’t want to ask.
She’d rather go hungry.
But she was too hungry. Her stomach ached.
She thought for a moment, then crouched again and reached into the very back of the cabinet.
Her fingers touched a small box. She pulled it out and shook it. Something rattled inside.
She opened it and reached in. Her fingers found a soft, curved shape: a ham sausage.
Her heart jumped. She felt deeper and found another.
She set both on the counter, reached in once more, and found a third.
She put the box on the floor, stood up, and hugged the sausages to her chest.
She’d found food. She wouldn’t have to beg the pink-haired girl.
She was so happy that, as she turned, her elbow knocked a bowl on the stove.
The bowl wobbled and steadied. But as she turned, the sausages in her arms brushed its rim.
Crack.
The bowl fell off the stove and shattered on the floor.
Shards scattered. One bounced off Su Yutao’s calf and left a shallow cut. She flinched.
She crouched down and felt the floor. Her hand found broken ceramic, then the sausages.
She picked up the sausages, held them to her chest, and stayed in place, not daring to move.
In the bedroom, Luo Xiaoning woke with a start.
She shot up in bed, hair a tangled mess, eyes wide.
She looked to the side. The bed was empty, the covers thrown back. The little blind girl was gone.
Luo Xiaoning’s head buzzed.
She’d thought the girl had gone quiet, that she’d fallen back asleep. How was she gone?
Then she remembered what Lin Qingxue had said before leaving. “If I come back and she has a single wound on her, you’re dead.”
Her face went white. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst.
She rolled out of bed, barefoot, and ran toward the sound.
She crossed the living room and reached the kitchen doorway.
There was Su Yutao, crouched on the floor, broken ceramic all around her, a few ham sausages clutched in her arms.
One of her slippers had fallen off. Her bare foot pressed against the floor. A thin red line ran across her calf, beading with blood.
Luo Xiaoning stood at the door, watching the little blind girl crouch among the shards. White hair hung over her face. The hem of her penguin nightgown dragged on the floor.
Her hands were shaking, but she held the sausages tight.
Luo Xiaoning took a deep breath, walked in, and crouched down. She pulled Su Yutao out of the broken pieces.
Su Yutao stumbled two steps and hit the refrigerator door. Her back hurt, but she didn’t cry out. She only hugged the sausages closer.
Luo Xiaoning glanced at the shards on the floor, then at the cut on Su Yutao’s calf. It wasn’t deep, just a scratch. The blood had already clotted.
She let out a breath, but her heart was still racing.
Then her temper flared.
She grabbed Su Yutao’s arm and yanked. Su Yutao stumbled forward, was dragged a few steps, and thrown onto the sofa.
She landed in the cushions, bounced, and the sausages rolled out of her arms.
Before she could react, Luo Xiaoning was standing over her, voice shrill and trembling with barely suppressed fury.
“You blind little thing, sneaking around on your own! If you’d given yourself so much as a scratch, and Sister Lin found out, she’d kill me!”
Her eyes were red, not from crying but from panic.
“Do you know what she did to me last night? Do you know she broke three of my fingers? Do you know how much it hurt when she kicked my calf?”
The more she talked, the angrier she got. She looked down at the sausages in Su Yutao’s arms, and the fire burned hotter. ‘Eat, eat, eat. She has the nerve to eat?’
She snatched all the sausages from Su Yutao and hurled them at her head.
The sausages hit Su Yutao’s forehead, bounced off, and rolled across the floor.
Su Yutao’s head snapped back. She didn’t cry. She just curled up and hugged herself.
Luo Xiaoning panted. She looked at Su Yutao curled on the sofa, at the red mark on her forehead. A flicker of regret passed through her, but frustration buried it quickly.
She took a deep breath. Her voice was still hard, but not as sharp. “Don’t eat for now. Damn it. I’m going back to sleep. I’ll make you something later.”
She turned, went into the bedroom, and slammed the door.
The living room fell quiet.
Su Yutao stayed curled up, hugging herself, waiting until she was sure Luo Xiaoning wouldn’t come out again. Then she slowly sat up.
She felt around and found one sausage on the sofa, two on the floor.
She hugged them to her chest, tore open the wrappers, and bit in.
The sausages were cold and salty, almost tasteless as she chewed.
The more she ate, the more wronged she felt. ‘Fine, you wouldn’t feed me. But you had to throw my sausages.’
‘I was hungry all night. I just wanted a ham sausage. What was it to you?’
Her eyes stung, but no tears came.
She chewed, swallowed, and took another bite.
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