"Haha... I knew it was like that.
So, Ah Qian is really annoying. He always gets in our way.
But now it's okay, he won't be able to interfere anymore.
Are you happy or not? "
"You...you killed him?"
No, that wouldn't happen. No matter how much Cheng Yinyin hated him, she would never do such a thing.
But, is she still Cheng Yinyin?
Can a schizophrenic person really maintain completely clear, rational and conscientious thinking all the time?
He looked at the girl who was smiling at him and then angry, "You didn't, did you?"
"Who knows?" The girl laughed again, "If you hug me, maybe I'll be willing to tell you."
"Hey, but there's so much blood, A Yuan, tell me, did I kill him?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I said no, hahaha..."
"you!"
"What? Do you hate me?" Her eyes flickered, and her expression was a little crazy. "Do you want to avenge your brother?"
She took another step forward.
This time Cheng Yuan did not retreat.
He was enraged.
"Cheng Yinyin, if you don't want to get hurt, get out of here right now. I can still...!!!"
His eyes suddenly widened, because the girl held his wrist like that, with the tip of the knife pointing towards herself, and slammed into his arms.
The dagger was indeed sharp, and it pierced her soft abdomen easily and silently.
"Even if I'm hurt, I still want to hug you."
He heard the girl's extremely tired voice.
He lowered his head in disbelief, only then realizing that his hand was still holding the dagger, and he almost let go in panic.
It was because he let go of his hand that the girl fell down limply with no support.
At the same time, Cheng Qian, who was lying on the ground, moaned and moved.
Such a light sound, in this extremely dead silence, fell into Cheng Yuan's ears, like a thunderclap.
His body swayed, he half-knelt down and hugged Si Jiu's upper body, pressed his hand on her bleeding abdomen, and looked over there with bloodshot eyes.
Cheng Qian moved on the ground, supported his head, and sat up straight with his legs bent.
"Damn it!" he cursed.
Then he turned his neck and opened his eyes.
"Hmm? A Yuan."
“You…you…”
Cheng Yuan's words were incoherent and he couldn't even utter a single coherent word.
"How could I..." Cheng Qian's words stopped abruptly because he saw Cheng Yinyin in Cheng Yuan's arms.
Cheng Yinyin looked so miserable.
There was blood all over her face. Although he knew that most of it was splashed on her, he remembered that he had cut a small cut at the corner of her eye.
She was hugged by Cheng Yuan, but her right hand lay limply on the ground, and her entire palm was covered in blood.
He remembered that it was Cheng Yinyin who grabbed his dagger with her hand and she didn't even cry out in pain.
But that’s not the point.
Cheng Qian's gaze moved to her abdomen, and he saw the hand pressing on her abdomen, the increasing amount of blood between the fingers, and... the familiar knife handle.
Cheng Qian was a little bit unbelievable, "It was... me who did it?" Why didn't he have any recollection of it?
"I did it."
He heard Cheng Yuan say.
"If you're alright, get up and help me call the emergency number."
"Why should I help her call the emergency number? She's a heartless little lunatic. She deserves to die." Cheng Qian muttered and slowly stood up. "She also injected me with a bunch of shit. Even if you didn't do it, I wouldn't let her go."
As he spoke, Cheng Qian slowly approached them and said with some excitement, "Before it gets too cold, let me dig out her eyes. She's so beautiful, don't waste it."
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