Translator: Reina Editor: Killian
Once Lu Xia understood his circumstances, his thinking immediately cleared up.
What was Liu Qin talking about with Lu Xiaoyun?
Judging from Liu Qin’s one-sided speech just now, Liu Qin should have noticed that Lu Xiaoyun sabotaged her plans, and she ran into this operating room because she had another way to solve this problem…
And furthermore, Lu Xiaoyun had replied ‘I know’ to her.
It seems that Lu Xiaoyun had another countermeasure in place at that time too.
“You will never understand. Did you think I’m because of him?”
Lu Xia remained silent, trying to match himself to the state Lu Xiaoyun was in back then.
Isn’t it so? It was a pity that everything you painstakingly designed had all been destroyed by us. Just in case you had other plans, we also removed those cat bones of yours which didn’t help your love life, and replaced them with our tapes.
“Yes…but you still don’t understand.” That woman’s voice had not been tempered by the passage of time. It was still so clear, as though it had been recorded. “You don’t know how much satisfaction this feeling gives me…”
“Feeling?” Lu Xia faintly sensed something amiss with Liu Qin’s thoughts. They seemed to have made an incorrect guess somewhere.
“Control…you guys call this control, right? Do you understand? When I see him fearful and afraid, when he comes over to beg me again and again…everything is under my control, from who he finds to write the records, to which Master he invites…no, as long as it has started, everything will be under my control.”
Liu Qin’s voice was cold and indifferent when she said this, firm and undeterred, but her tone which resembled aged, dried wood seemed to make her words sound even more sinister.
What this woman wanted was neither love nor affection, but absolute control and power over another man.
Lu Xia also seemed to be stunned.
“Now, I will completely dominate every single aspect of him. See, ‘it’ is coming out soon. I will replace it, I will become ‘it’… He will fear me for the rest of his life, he will remember me for the rest of his life…”
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Could it be that ‘it’ was a person?
And so the Liu Qin standing before him now, was ‘it’?
But his position now was that of Lu Xiaoyun back then. If ‘it’ was in front of Lu Xiaoyun, what would Lu Xiaoyun do? Or was this the reason why Lu Xiaoyun disappeared?
Lu Xia snuffed out the thought of backing away.
It’s impossible.
His brother wasn’t such a careless person.
Since he replied ‘I know’ to Liu Qin, he must be confident that he could stop her.
Has he already seen through Liu Qin’s plans? If so, then what was his counterplan?
“You wouldn’t,” Lu Xia said, his tone calm. “Because it is impossible for you.”
“…What are you talking about?”
Lu Xia paused, then continued speaking.
“Because I am the one who will become ‘it’.”
The moment the words left Lu Xia’s lips, he froze, stunned.
He didn’t know how or why he would say something like this.
It was just a split second of intuition, a gut feeling. Then, after he regained his composure, Lu Xia realised that this was likely the only solution Lu Xiaoyun could have come up with, and this was likely the only thing Lu Xiaoyun would have said.
Brother…
Then black shadow flinched suddenly, disappearing from under the light as if a gust of wind had blown it away.
Lu Xia was startled, and immediately surveyed his surroundings.
Only to hear that same voice speaking from the direction of the operating room’s doorway. “Someone barged in!”
Lu Xia swung the light over to the door but the black shadow had already vanished.
.
Sun Zheng carefully slid the photo into the pocket of his shirt. No matter who left this photograph here, it has already become an incomparably precious memory for him.
Creak.
He squeezed in sideways through the crack of the door.
The old rancid smell became more intense. Even if he covered his nose, the smell seemed to be permeating through the cracks between his fingers.
The range that the flashlight could illuminate is very small, and every inch of the floor he saw was stained, covered in both dark and light patches, inadvertently reminding him of that door.
What kind of ward was this? Where was the hospital bed?
Sun Zheng plucked up the courage to scan slowly along one corner of the wall with the flashlight. The wall was also covered with similar patches.
He examined the marks as the light swept past them, and a sudden chill ran from the soles of his feet to his temples.
Was this…blood?
He didn’t know how he formed this conjecture, but his curiosity prompted him to move his flashlight again.
Two words came into his view.
Get out!
It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck him in an instant. His whole body froze all of a sudden, and his hands started trembling uncontrollably. He clearly felt that the flashlight was about to slip out of his hand, but no matter how much he moved his fingers, he seemed to feel the flashlight in his hand. It was as if he was suddenly a bystander, as if he wasn’t the one in this body, wasn’t the one looking at this scene.
Get out… get out…
He couldn’t bring himself to move the flashlight to verify whether the marks on the wall were all these two words. Who wrote them?
The blood had already long since soaked into the wall, and the characters were already indistinguishable due to its age, yet he could clearly sense the shockingly deep resentment and anger etched into every single stroke.
Those scratching sounds he’d heard behind the door previously, were they also the last struggle of the person who wrote these words behind the door?
Clang.
The flashlight finally fell, rolling across the ground.
Thud.
The flashlight seemed to have hit something and stopped rolling.
Sun Zheng came back to his senses from this series of noises. The flashlight? He tried his best to curb his trembles, bending down and fumbling for the flashlight.
His fingers brushed across the cold floor. He couldn’t help shaking at the sheer thought of himself touching those unknown imprints on the ground. He fumbled, moving his hand in the darkness until he felt the cool metal of the flashlight. He continued feeling his way forward again, and realised the item the flashlight rolled into was…
Alarmed, he grabbed both the flashlight and the thing up together.
Sun Zheng trained the light on it, and sure enough, it was another magnetic tape.
It was the last tape of New Concept English.
How will they listen to it if the player is out of battery!? 😨
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