Chapter 101: Villain
Dark clouds pressed down on the sky, layered one on top of the other. It was dim everywhere, and even the air felt thick, as if every breath of oxygen had to be taken in large gulps. Below, on the small path, were a few scattered students. A few frost-red, withered leaves rolled and tumbled on the ground, then were carried forward by the wind, scraping against the ground with a rustling sound.
The boy’s handsome and tall figure disappeared at the end of the forest path, his back obscured by the overlapping dry tree trunks. The uneven, low trees in the forest below the dormitory and the smell of rotting garbage drifted up with the cold wind, creating a sense of decay and ruin.
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Tiny blood vessels webbed the whites of her eyes. Her dark pupils silently watched the figure disappear at the edge of her vision. Xia Qian Ge silently watched the boy leave. The dormitory was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Even her breathing was as faint as that of a dying patient collapsed on a bed.
But the calm before the storm is always brief. A small ripple flashed across the calm surface of the sea. It glanced at the overcast sky and, as if frightened, dived back into the water.
Beneath the surface was a deep, silent, and boundless darkness, where violent and surging tides churned. It was as if an indescribable monster lurked in the deep sea. It was angry, stirring up tens of millions of tons of seawater. In an instant, the tranquility shattered. Monstrous waves rolled up in a flash, carrying endless fury, roaring as they soared into the sky.
“Bitch, bitch, bitch…”
She screamed, venting the anger blocked in her chest. Her soft, pretty face became somewhat ferocious from the twisted, violent emotions. Her delicate, slender arm grabbed the bright white mug from the edge of the table and smashed it to the ground. The fragile porcelain instantly disintegrated, shattering into pieces all over the floor, the sharp edges gleaming with a cold light in the dim dormitory.
The violent anger was still futile. The boy had left without mercy, and that last, belated “happy birthday” became the final straw that broke the camel’s back. The blessing turned into a silent mockery. She… had become the most insignificant person to the boy. His eyes held apology, even pity. A sourness rose in her nose. She hastily avoided the boy’s pitying gaze, tilting her head back to swallow the tears that were about to spill from the corners of her eyes.
This almost instantly shattered her last bit of stubbornness. Endless sadness rippled from her soul throughout her body, making her choose to flee in panic, afraid of exposing her pathetic state in front of the boy.
She violently pulled the deep blue curtains shut, blocking all the light from outside. The dormitory was instantly plunged into boundless darkness. Even with her senses closed off, the anger in her heart continued to boil. A torrent of rage and jealousy mercilessly burned her heart’s blood, emitting the pungent, scorched smell of burning flesh.
She covered her ears, her back against the wall as she slowly slid down to the cold floor. What had made her become like this?
Within her obsessive madness hid cowardice. Dark and evil, yet timid and cautious. She had always hidden in the shadows behind the sun, on one hand longing to give her heart to others, on the other hand, as isolated as a lone wolf separated from its pack. She was fierce and malicious, yet could only hide alone in the dark thicket, silently licking her fatal wounds.
She knew very well the extent of her sickness. She was bad, she was crazy, her evil was bone-deep. If she were to expose herself completely, she would surely be seen as a thorough madwoman, one who must be sent to a mental hospital.
Many times, in front of the boy, she was completely unable to control herself. She was prone to violent outbursts, her thoughts obsessive and sinister.
In those green, youthful years, she would often see the boy waiting at the bus stop outside the school. Even when she was late, and countless buses he could have taken had passed, he would deliberately wait there, just to ride the same bus as her. Taking advantage of the crowded space, he would steal glances at her profile. An accidental meeting of their eyes would make the boy blush and look away, pretending nothing had happened. The thoughts of a young boy were so obvious.
The boy liked her so much, yet he had no idea of the dark and evil thoughts lurking beneath her sweet and beautiful exterior.
Sometimes, she even wanted to stage a car accident, to paralyze his legs. Then, she would appear by his side at the right moment, not minding his disability, gently caring for him, nurturing him, continuing to play the role of the angel in his heart. He would be passionately devoted to her, loving and following her for the rest of his life.
Or, she could take his life with the most potent poison, preserving his body in formalin so it would never decay. She would be with him day and night, without arguments or conflicts. She would accompany him, watching him sleep in his glass coffin, until she grew old.
But such thoughts were crushed the moment they surfaced. She really couldn’t bear to do it. She loved the boy, and she wanted to see him be free.
So she chose a gentler way, slowly luring the boy to pursue her, love her, and depend on her. Then she would respond at the right time, like a bait luring a small fish. In the end, they would get married and live in a strange city.
No relatives, just the two of them. No… they would have a cute baby in the future. The miracle of life, connected to her by an umbilical cord, would grow bit by bit. The little one would lie in her arms, mumbling “mama.” And she would definitely give the child a wonderful childhood, not letting the child repeat her mistakes.
The boy and you would eventually grow old together. She would no longer be young and beautiful, but the boy would still love her. They would hold hands and walk towards the end of life, then part ways. He would surely go to heaven, and she would definitely be thrown into hell, to be punished by the flames for her lies, never to see him again for all eternity.
But… she had no regrets. One lifetime was enough.
But the more beautiful the thought, the softer her heart became in the end. She was such a contradictory and pitiful person. Her current situation was entirely her own fault.
On the one hand, she wanted to possess, to get, to deprive the boy of all his sight. On the other hand, she couldn’t put those dark and sinister thoughts in her mind into practice. She retreated again and again, giving in again and again, just because of a little temptation from him, she would be complacent.
Xia Qian Ge, you are so stupid, thoroughly stupid, hopelessly stupid.
If she retreated any further, there would be no way out. Her presence in the boy’s vision was getting smaller and smaller. The disgusting sight of those bitches flaunting themselves in front of her really made her want to pounce on them and tear their faces apart.
Xia Qian Ge slowly got up from the cold floor. Her eyes were still shimmering with unshed tears, but her expression was fierce and resolute. A cornered lone wolf would never tolerate its prey being snatched away.
She had been reluctant to use her sharp teeth to bite through the prey’s throat, but now she couldn’t care less. She had been pushed to a dead end. Whether the boy cursed her or hated her in the end, she would not retreat anymore.
Xia Qian Ge gently licked the palm of her hand, which had been pierced by her nails. The sweet, metallic blood stained her pale lips. She stood up with a gloomy expression and, in the empty room, made a vow that only she could hear.
“Su Yu… let me be your villain.”
