Chapter 12 Torture

Yu Weiyou slept in late, which was a rare treat.

Going to class? That's not important anymore.

Sure enough, Lu Jiucheng soon came knocking on their door.

Yu Weiyou slowly opened the door and leaned lazily against it: "What is it?"

"..." Lu Jiucheng stared at the sleepy Yu Weiyou and quietly swallowed. "Don't you think you seem to have missed some classes?"

Yu Weiyou unconsciously clenched her hands: "I know."

Lu Jiucheng stared at Yu Weiyou for a few seconds, then smiled and grabbed the hand that was hiding a knife in her sleeve. "Think about it again. Do you really want to give up everything so quickly? But if you're the one who does it, I don't care how many knives I take."

"..."

Seeing that she didn't speak, Lu Jiucheng turned around with a smile and said, "You have to go to class this afternoon, so I'll be going now."

"..."

It takes courage to kill.

Clearly, Yu Weiyou was not at the point where he could act without blinking an eye.

She wanted to use the power of resentment and impulse to wield that knife.

But at this moment, she was incredibly clear-headed and calm. She had long been prepared to die, but that preparedness was only enough for her to die.

She glanced at the knife in her hand and slowly put it down. She clutched her chest, then suddenly her legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground.

"There are still many opportunities," she told herself.

It's just going to class. We've made it through so many years, a few more days won't matter. Let's go to class.

However, Lu Jiucheng did not give her the opportunity to act impulsively.

He was genuinely tutoring Yu Weiyou, without even touching her hand, but he would occasionally reveal that intriguing smile.

Yu Weiyou felt a chill run down his spine.

Every minute she spent with Lu Jiucheng was filled with anxiety; sometimes she couldn't even hear what he was saying.

This was another kind of mental torture, twice as terrifying as anything else. Yu Weiyou felt like she was about to go insane, with only her cold exterior remaining above the turbulent undercurrents of her emotions.

"Ahem. I'm talking to Wei You, are you listening?" Lu Jiucheng said, propping his head up and tilting his head to look at her.

Yu Weiyou seemed startled: "Ah."

Lu Jiucheng stared at Yu Weiyu and smiled again: "Even when you're spacing out, you're still cute!"

"What... are you doing?" Yu Weiyou suddenly jumped a meter away from her seat.

“What can I do?” Lu Jiucheng continued to laugh. “I won’t touch you unless you agree.”

"..." Memories flashed back, and Yu Weiyou clutched her head, squatting down abruptly. "My head hurts so much..."

Normally, she still tries to avoid thinking about those things directly, only repeatedly pondering phrases like "killing Lu Jiucheng" and "actually, I'm just like Li Rong." After all, just thinking about those explicit scenes gives her a headache.

"Wei You?" Lu Jiucheng quickly stepped forward to check.

"No, don't come any closer!" Yu Weiyou hurriedly fled his office without even looking up.

"This is awful," Yu Weiyou told herself. Not only could she not wield a knife, but she also panicked so easily in a crucial moment. What was wrong with her? She usually felt no pressure when attacking others.

Has she really gone mad? Yu Weiyou walked to the rooftop and looked down, finally calming down a bit.

"I might as well just die sooner," she muttered to herself. "But is this really the end?"

After a long while, she slowly took a step back.

Since the last incident, the face of Li Rong in Yu Weiyou's dream has become Yu Weiyou's own. The phantom with her face stands on the edge of the rooftop and jumps off, muttering something. As the phantom jumps, Yu Weiyou's main body also loses the ability to hold onto the phantom's hand, and so the phantom falls into an endless black abyss, where a giant serpent seems to be coiled in the darkness.

Yu Weiyou was startled awake as before.

She didn't want to fulfill this dream.

She doesn't like to give in, and even if she does give in temporarily, it's for the sake of reversing things later.

Apart from……

As a child, she was almost covered in bruises after spending a few days in a correctional facility. She was unwilling to die there; she wanted to get out. Even if she couldn't make those who bullied her pay, she would at least try to live a better life than them.

Therefore, Yu Weiyou persisted in her dream until this day.

But time takes its toll, and she no longer possesses that unwavering belief. Living on is incredibly difficult; every minute and every second is torture for the soul.

Persistence is nothing more than a numb habit.

She still had to grit her teeth and persevere.

If she lets her guard down, she will die, fall into that dark abyss, and be mocked again by those villains as she falls: "You really deserve to die."

Absolutely not.

Even if it's just to persevere, we must persevere.

This is Yu Weiyou.

Beneath a face that clearly suggests fragility and vulnerability, even the most painstaking efforts always lead to foolish solutions and conclusions based on brute force.

She picked up the knife and examined it closely.

Perhaps one day it will come in handy.

She locked it in the drawer.