"I am grateful for Zhiye's kindness, which has brought a ray of light to my originally miserable and tasteless life. Meeting you is God's favor, as well as the result of having a good mother who genuinely cares for her own child. These are all understandable, but I don't want to be arranged by others, and I don't want to keep waiting for food brought by others while being locked in a dark and damp prison. So..."

This is my most sincere thought. When I was young, my mother seemed to raise me as a daughter, but taught me in the way of educating boys. It sounds contradictory, but looking back on the pain and torment in my heart during that time, even if I did something right, I didn't dare to argue.

It wasn't until junior high school that I began to rebel and move forward. Maybe it was because of the rebellious phase of youth, but my character was shaped by the circumstances I experienced in my childhood. No matter what I did, I couldn't communicate with them, and I always felt lonely.

Then Feiya was born, and my mother's energy was devoted to Feiya. She didn't have much control over me, although I still occasionally suffered from my mother's "affection". But I no longer passively endured it; I said no to this kind of "affection".

The only significant thing was that I boldly pursued that beautiful girl with gorgeous blond hair. What attracted me to her was not only her hair, but also her rebellious nature, especially when she punched the boy who confessed to her, or when she used her flat shoes to trample on his body. It looked very cool. Her figure was also slim and petite, which made my heart skip a beat. She was a girl who seemed to have a bit of a violent tendency but couldn't help but be loved.

So my heart pounded, although I felt scared, and I often worried that if I confessed to her, would she punch me or stomp on me with her flat shoes? But I still gathered the courage to take the first step in my life. Little did I know that after taking that step, I would disregard everything.

Under the seemingly absurd and life-threatening circumstances, I achieved this result that I was quite satisfied with.

But after achieving it, I still felt uncertain about the future. This is the desire of the poor to have money, while the rich often feel empty.

Coming back to my senses, I decided to gather up the courage to say the remaining words: "No matter what, we are still good friends."

When I finished speaking, we had already reached the staircase on the first floor. I turned around, and Zhiye seemed to have slowed down a few beats and stopped moving. Because it was dim around us, I couldn't see the expression on her face clearly.

Just as I was about to ask, "What's wrong?", a blade of a knife passed by, accompanied by the sound of a garbage bag falling to the ground.

In an instant, it felt like an invisible hand had gripped my heart. My body couldn't stop trembling, and I smelled a hint of blood in my nostrils. Was I attacked? Where was the wound? I glanced as much as I could at my body, but my neck dared not move, afraid that if I moved it, my head would fall to the ground or the blade would pass by my neck in the next second.

Where did that blade come from? When I turned my gaze towards Zhiye, I saw her holding a ribbed knife (short knife, to replace with...), which was already out of its sheath. So the smell of blood and the knife blade were not illusions, but real.

I could hardly speak. Fear slowly occupied my mind. When facing death, people always have a hundred reasons to avoid dying.

"Jie, why would you say such cruel words? Didn't we agree to be together forever? Why would you betray me?" Zhiye kept pressing closer to me, and she now looked like a demon, with the blade of the ribbed knife stained with blood. It was my blood, no matter how you think about it.

The same predicament I encountered when Zhiye imprisoned me and deprived me of freedom at that time is happening again. Perhaps I would resort to those despicable tactics to save my life, but for some reason, I no longer want to use them this time. However, I don't want to die. I really don't want to die.

I sense that my time is running out. My body trembles like a startled cat. I want to make a sound from my throat, but it feels like there's a dimensional barrier blocking it. I can only keep retreating, but Zhiye is getting closer and closer. I don't want to die. I really don't want to die. Despite feeling insignificant, I still have my happiness and wishes. With this despicable thought, I must survive.

But soon, I find myself trapped with no way out as my body touches the wall behind me. The back of my head kisses the wall because I didn't notice it. My body instinctively leans forward, unable to find support and can only lean towards Zhiye. Then, our lips overlap. When I open my eyes after a moment of dazed pain, I see this scene. Instinctively, I grab Zhiye's shoulders and push her away, but my breathing becomes rapid, and my heartbeat intense.

"I cannot bear to see Jie in pain. I want to cut Jie into pieces and put Jie's head in an exquisite box. Then, I can admire it every day. I would feel infinitely happy because Jie is mine," Zhiye says these terrifying words, making me sweat all over. Will I face such an ending?

"Jie's kiss is so sweet. One kiss becomes addictive," Zhiye says, intoxicated. Seeing Zhiye once again pointing the blade at me, I retreat to the corner in fear, but I have no way to escape. Cold sweat pours down, and I desperately try to find a way out, but my mind is filled with "death". I feel the blade getting closer and closer, and I fearfully close my eyes.

"I don't want to die," I struggle in my heart. Maybe death will bring relief, but I am so pathetic at this moment. In the face of death, I cowardly retreat, I am weak, I am afraid.

"All the things I said just now were lies. I was lying," I yell, succumbing to fear.

"Why would you lie?" I can clearly feel the blade stopping at my abdomen. It has made contact already. I dare not take a breath or move my body.

"Because I wanted to test...test if Zhiye truly cares for me," I answer with a trembling voice.

"Of course, I care for you sincerely. Even if you ask me to give you my heart, I would do it," Zhiye's face flushes, looking very shy.

"Okay...I understand. I believe Zhiye sincerely cares for me," I respond, intentionally avoiding her gaze, trying not to let her notice.

"Then, does Jie sincerely care for me?" Zhiye looks at me with tender eyes, but I deliberately avoid her gaze without her noticing.

"Of...of course. If Zhiye likes me so much, how could I not like Zhiye?" Once again, I do this. I am truly despicable, deceiving Zhiye in order to stay alive. But there is no other choice. Zhiye's desire to kill me has become even stronger, and I must survive...

"Jie...I really like you. I like everything about you," Zhiye shyly says while lying in my arms.

After a moment of enjoying being in my arms, Zhiye lifts her head and her gaze fixates on something.

"Jie got hurt, it's all my fault," the smell of blood still lingering, but I didn't know where on my body Jie was injured.

"Don't move, Jie," I received such instructions, so I stayed still.

"Does it hurt? I'll disinfect Jie's wound for you," Zhiye extended her rosy tongue, and I was surprised by this scene. Zhiye's tongue touched my face, and suddenly I felt a warm and spicy sensation. No wonder the knife cut my face when it passed by. Because there was no mirror, I didn't know what my face looked like, but this burning pain was telling me that the wound was on my face.

Zhiye, like a mother cat licking her cub's wounds, was very gentle in her actions. Zhiye was fully engaged, and as I watched this scene, I gradually felt my face heat up.

"There shouldn't be any problem. It shouldn't be a deep wound, so it doesn't need this."

"If it gets infected, that wouldn't be good."

However, Zhiye didn't stop there. In the midst of this embarrassment and unnaturalness, I was suffering.

"Oh...someone's here." I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, so I quickly said.

But Zhiye paid no attention and continued to disinfect my wound. At this point, I felt a bit itchy, warm, and restless. This couldn't go on; someone would see. Words like "this indecent scene" and "two high school students doing something indecent in the hallway" bombarded me.

However, I was helpless. At this moment, I saw two girls walking up. They saw the scene, and at first, they didn't react, but soon they noticed. One girl's face turned red and she quickly covered her face, while the other girl smiled and seemed to want to stop and watch.

"Um... so brazen, doing it in the hallway..." the girl who covered her face said shyly.

"Hehe, quite open-minded, aren't we? Don't be so shy; you'll have to face it sooner or later."

"What are you talking about? I wouldn't do something like this; let's go... let's go quickly."

"Why leave? Others don't seem to mind us being here."

No, you're the ones who are too much. I hope you leave soon, or I really want to find a hole to hide in.

"Let's go, I can't stand it anymore."

"You're useless, you know that. What if your boyfriend suddenly kisses you on the street? You should practice not being so shy. So, watching the live action is also a good way to learn."

This girl is really annoying,

"Wuwu... I don't want a boyfriend... Can I go?" The girl covering her face was about to cry.

"It's rare to see such a scene. You're so useless," the other girl complained but still left with the girl covering her face. As I watched them leave, I felt relieved and let out a sigh of relief.

"It should be almost done," Zhiye's face was red, and she took out a handkerchief to wipe her lips. Did Zhiye drool? I'm not sure, but I just felt the warm sensation subside, and my face felt a bit damp.