Cen Lingqiu crouched down, holding Yu Mingjiao’s hand with one hand and holding an umbrella to shield her from the rain with the other.
Her tone was light and flat, devoid of emotion, like the placid water of a lake on an overcast day.
Yu Mingjiao saw who it was and immediately flung her hand away, her face showing undisguised disgust.
Her expression was gloomy, her tone icy. “What are you trying to do now?”
Cen Lingqiu didn’t answer her. “Let’s go inside first.” She moved to help her up, but Yu Mingjiao treated her like a disgusting creature, unwilling to be touched. She struggled to prop herself up with her elbows, leveling a gaze as cold as a snake’s at Cen Lingqiu’s eyes.
It was only at this moment that Cen Lingqiu got a clear look at her face.
An exceptionally beautiful person.
She had straight bangs, and long, smooth black hair that cascaded over her shoulders and back. The stark blackness of her hair made her complexion seem incredibly pale. She had a pair of beautifully shaped peach-blossom eyes, the corners slightly upturned, lending them a delicate and enchanting quality.
Her pupils were jet-black, her eyelashes dense and long. They should have been lively, stunning eyes, but her gaze was like stagnant water on a bleak winter day, completely devoid of life.
She was truly beautiful, yet utterly listless, like a lifeless doll in a shop window.
The female lead, indeed.
“Lin Qiu.” Yu Mingjiao suddenly gave a strange, stiff smile. “Don’t you hate me?”
Cen Lingqiu didn’t speak.
“Just kill me.” Yu Mingjiao’s words were shocking, her expression frighteningly calm. “As long as I’m dead, your beloved younger brother won’t waste his thoughts on a good-for-nothing like me anymore.”
A sharp electronic voice suddenly blared in Cen Lingqiu’s mind.
【Warning! The female lead’s self-destructive ideation has reached 90%! Host, please take immediate measures to lower this value!】
Cen Lingqiu replied in her mind, “Be quiet.”
The electronic voice obediently vanished.
“You’re so young, why are you thinking about dying?” Cen Lingqiu’s expression was impassive. Ignoring the female lead’s shoves, she forcefully helped her into the wheelchair. “The rain is getting heavier. Let’s go back, you’ll catch a cold.”
Yu Mingjiao resisted her touch with all her might, but her body was simply too weak. Even though she looked a head taller than Cen Lingqiu, she was so thin and had endured so much torment that she was no match for her.
“Shut up.” Yu Mingjiao glared at her coldly. “What are you being so hypocritical for? You scalded my hand, left me out here in the rain, and now you’re acting like a good person. Lin Qiu, you’re truly disgusting.”
Faced with such an accusation, Cen Lingqiu had nothing to say. After all, these were objective facts—things that “Lin Qiu” had truly done to her.
But she was not Lin Qiu.