Chapter 14: A Pretty Lady

Chapter 14

The midday sun shone lazily upon people, or at least upon the alluring figure of Qing Qing walking languidly ahead, her ink-black locks swaying out seductive curves.

Qing Qing was a beauty, eye-catching as a star from looks to temperament.

I suddenly lost my appetite for going to the cafeteria.

I needed to take a walk.

I walked very quickly that people who knew me would be greatly astonished. I went through the shaded path, the corridors. I needed to get out of the hospital.

It seemed someone called out "Bao Zhu" from afar. I didn't stop to listen, perhaps I misheard. I didn't care.

I arrived at the boxing gym, found the coach, changed into gear, put on gloves.

I struck out with my right fist towards his eyes. The coach blocked it. I elbowed him below his ribs, the coach dodged it. I punched with my left fist towards his nose, the coach protected it. I tried to kick his knee joints. Not only did the coach avoid it, he took the chance to lift my leg and made me lose balance and fall. On the floor, I fiercely elbowed his toes. He withdrew his body with all his might. I seized the chance to grab his leg and threw him to the ground like he did me. I twisted his right arm. The coach guffawed loudly: "Liu, not bad today, what a temper!"

"Again," I said.

After a few rounds, I was put down by the coach, pinned to the floor by his knee, unable to move. I gave up resisting and closed my eyes limply on the floor.

I didn't see my sister again until two days later.

My father finally brought my sister's body home in a hearse for my grandma's place. My sister's face was pale and swollen. I could barely recognize her looks but I knew it was my sister.

When my mother changed my sister's clothes at grandma's house, I saw the ghastly centipede-like suture running from her lower right jaw all the way down her abdomen.

It was the suture after my sister's autopsy.

My sister, whom I loved the most, was clean and cared about image, beautiful and graceful. Now she was sewn up like a ragged doll.

I shrieked and wailed madly. I could hardly believe those piercing cries were from me.

Lying there wasn't my sister. My sister's clothes weren't fancy but always clean. Her sneakers weren't stylish but always spotless white. She never lied to me or treated me like a child. She would save the sweetest part of the watermelon for me. She comforted me when I was scolded by Mom for being clumsy...

But she was murdered, even if she committed suicide.

She was murdered by Bo Rongqi.

So Bo Rongqi should not exist in this world.