Chapter 100
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Chapter 100: Begin Your Performance!
Then, the earlier scene unfolded.
“Fishy big sister, let me take a look at what you’ve written~”
Ye Xiao snatched the suicide note from Qin Yunxi’s hand.
“Ah!!”
Qin Yunxi’s hand was suddenly empty; the note had already been taken by Ye Xiao.
She stretched out her arm to grab it back.
Although Ye Xiao was petite, her movements were nimble. She dodged left and right, causing Qin Yunxi to nearly stumble into her.
“What are you doing?!” Qin Yunxi suddenly didn’t feel cold anymore; she was so angry she could jump.
She had come with the intention of helping this little girl, but the other party had unexpectedly grabbed her suicide note.
In her life experience, when she wanted something back, the little girl in front of her should have obediently returned the letter by now.
But she didn’t.
Ye Xiao pulled the letter out of the envelope.
“What are you doing? I didn’t give you permission to read it! I’m mad now!”
Tears were already welling up in Qin Yunxi’s eyes.
Her anger was no small matter.
Qin Yunxi had spent most of her life as gentle as a lamb and had rarely been angry.
So when she got angry, it meant things were truly serious.
If Ye Xiao returned the letter now, apologized politely, and maybe even patted her on the head, there was a chance Qin Yunxi might calm down.
But it didn’t look like Ye Xiao had any intention of doing that.
Under the dim glow of the streetlamp, Ye Xiao began to read:
“Dear Mom and Dad,
By the time you read this letter, I will no longer be in this world.
Please don’t blame yourselves. My choice to end my life was entirely my own and had nothing to do with anyone else.
I once asked myself what the meaning of life was.
Dad said it was about responsibility, while Auntie the nanny said it was for family. Their answers were so boring.
It seems that the meaning of life differs for everyone.
But for me, I couldn’t feel that meaning. For some reason, every day I felt nothing but pain.
Could pain itself be a kind of meaning?
After I’m gone, please remember to water the succulents, but not too often, or they’ll drown.
Don’t overfeed Coke—just one meal a day is fine.
Although, maybe it’s because I always secretly had Auntie cook my bloody rare steak and feed it to Coke.
Oh, and that so-called gourmet chef you hired to make Western food—his cooking is terrible!
If you get the chance, you should try Auntie’s potato stew. It’s a hundred times better than those half-raw steaks!
Also, before I left, I threw all my clothes on the bed.
One of them, a white one, is my second favorite outfit. Please don’t burn it. You can save it for a little sister if she’s born, or give it away. I want it to exist in this world.
Those Manga you wouldn’t let me read—I secretly bought them and hid them. They’re all piled on the desk now!
Those were my doing, not Auntie’s negligence.
It seems I’ve said a lot…
That’s all! Goodbye!”
Before Ye Xiao could finish reading, Qin Yunxi had already sat back down on the bench she was on earlier.
Fuming!
The piercing cold from earlier seemed to vanish completely.
When Ye Xiao walked over holding the envelope, Qin Yunxi felt the tears on her face starting to freeze into icicles. Her body uncontrollably began to shiver.
“I finished reading.”
Ye Xiao spoke as she casually took off her coat and draped it over Qin Yunxi’s shoulders. Then, without hesitation, she plopped herself onto Qin Yunxi’s lap.
“I didn’t give you permission to read it!”
Qin Yunxi’s voice sounded muffled. Ye Xiao reached out and gently wiped her tears away. Her face was ice-cold and pale, except for the flush of red caused by embarrassment and anger, which only made her complexion look even more bloodless.
At this rate, if things continued, she wouldn’t even need to go through with her suicide—she’d collapse in the icy winter cold first.
Ye Xiao’s body was warm. Compared to Qin Yunxi, whose entire frame was stiff from the chill, Ye Xiao was like a little heater.
Qin Yunxi had spent a lot of effort planning for today. The suicide note, though just one part of her plan, consisted of carefully crafted words that she had meticulously revised and reread countless times.
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined someone would snatch it up and read it aloud so brazenly.
Feeling the warm little “heater” in her lap, Qin Yunxi only felt more aggrieved.
With a tearful voice, she said, “I just asked you to help deliver it. I didn’t ask you to read it.”
Ye Xiao responded matter-of-factly, “Well, since it’s a suicide note, isn’t it meant to be read? Once I deliver it, not only will your parents read it, but your relatives and friends will too. Word will spread from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred, and then to thousands and millions. Before you know it, it might even end up on WeChat Moments or Douyin videos.”
Qin Yunxi froze. She had never considered this scenario before.
“Years from now, someone might dig up your suicide note—whether from the ground or an old electronic device—and display it in a museum. Every day, visitors would come to see it, marveling in awe at what you wrote.”
Her face flushed bright red as she snatched the note back from Ye Xiao’s hands and crumpled it into a ball. “Forget it, I don’t want to send it anymore!”
Ye Xiao draped her arm across the back of the bench and said, “Well then, since you’re not sending it, fishy big sister can start your performance now!”
“Performance? What performance?”
Qin Yunxi, her body gradually warming up, couldn’t quite follow Ye Xiao’s words.
“Of course—”
Ye Xiao drew out her words dramatically but remained seated in Qin Yunxi’s lap, showing no intention of getting up. She pointed at the artificial lake in front of them.
“How am I supposed to go if you’re sitting here?”
Qin Yunxi retorted!
Ye Xiao continued, “To be honest, I’ve seen quite a few homeless people in Binhai City. There are even some in this park. If they were to fish a beautiful young girl’s body out of the lake, who knows what might happen.”
A chill ran down Qin Yunxi’s spine. She didn’t quite understand what Ye Xiao was implying, but she instinctively felt it wasn’t anything good.
For some reason, she suddenly didn’t want to die anymore—or rather, she didn’t want to die “here”.
“Maybe they’d send your body off for a ghost wedding. Do you know how valuable an unclaimed, intact young girl is in the ghost wedding market?”
Ye Xiao didn’t take it too far, only mentioning one of the possibilities.
Qin Yunxi shivered again, horrified at the thought of being disturbed even after death. The fragile determination she’d mustered was crumbling further.
After a pause, Ye Xiao said suddenly, “Fishy big sister, no one has ever really tried to understand you, right?”
Qin Yunxi lowered her head, surprised, and glanced at Ye Xiao.
She never expected the little girl in her lap, who didn’t even seem old enough to have finished elementary school, to grasp such a thing.
“I don’t like Western food either. Those bloody rare steaks that are barely cooked? Not tasty at all! Definitely not as good as potato stew!”
A glimmer of light flashed in Qin Yunxi’s eyes. So she wasn’t alone in thinking that way! They weren’t savages, so why eat something raw when it could be cooked properly?
“But to even write about this in your suicide note? Big Sister, you’re really scared of your parents, huh? You’re such a small fry ~ small fry ~ small fry~”
Ye Xiao teased gleefully, seemingly forgetting that she herself was just as scared of her own cheap mother.
“Potatoes are cheap, and beef that’s stewed until tender is considered low-class. They’re not eating for the flavor, they’re eating for the style, the status symbol. Big Sister, before you ran away from home, were you still eating Western food?”
Ye Xiao smirked as she poked fun at her.
Qin Yunxi wanted to retort, but Ye Xiao had hit the nail on the head.