Chapter 97

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Chapter 97: Canary

On the twenty-fourth of December, it was the season when the wintersweet flowers bloomed splendidly, and on such a day, the young girl decided to die.

In truth, it was not only the cold winter that made the wintersweet bloom so brightly, if it were in a greenhouse with the right temperature, flowers would always bloom according to their cycle.

However, outside her room’s window, there was no greenhouse—just an ordinary flowerbed facing the winter.

The snow from a while ago had piled up in the flowerbed, accumulating around the roots of the cold plum trees, with only those vibrant plum blossoms standing proudly in the wind.

From the window of her room, she could see the flowerbed, but only the proud plum blossoms bloomed. She couldn’t smell the birdsong and fragrance of spring, nor the breeze of summer.

The succulent plants on the table, which wouldn’t wither even if the window was opened in this season, had already been watered, and the suicide note was properly placed on the table.

The succulents were a small but resilient life brought by her nanny.

She wasn’t suddenly wanting to die.

People were truly strange in how they lived. Clearly, her family was one that others envied for its wealth, yet at some point in her life, she felt as though she had crashed into a wall, unable to turn back, trapped in an oppressive mood.

She put on a simple, modest pair of white tights, followed by a white chiffon camisole.

After thinking for a moment, she put on her favorite dress—a light blue, Lolita-style dress, with countless lace patterns adorning the hem. The pleated collar was tied with a light pink ribbon, and the brass buttons on the chest were fastened, with a bow tied on top.

She wore a pair of black, round-toe shoes, and her hair was tied with a white flower-embellished hairband.

She wore each piece seriously, because this was her favorite outfit.

Since it was her last day in life, there was no reason not to wear her favorite clothes.

Her Ragdoll cat stood on the carpet, its sapphire-like eyes curiously staring at her.

Just thinking about how she would never be able to cuddle the cat or pet it again made her feel inexplicably sad.

The young girl gently cupped the cat’s cheeks and spoke, “Coke, Coke, I won’t be able to stay with you anymore. If I die, will your kind eat me?”

Coke was the name she had given the cat, inspired by her curiosity about the beverage she had always wanted to try but never had the chance to, as it was always confiscated when she tried.

So naming her cat Coke was a small, whimsical wish.

But Coke didn’t quite understand her meaning. It forcefully pulled its face away from her hands, like a cork being pulled from a wine bottle.

“Miss, it’s time to eat,” the nanny came to deliver the message.

Qin Yunxi replied, “I’m not eating.”

The nanny looked at her with a pleading expression.

“Miss, the master specially invited a professional chef from England to prepare the meal today. He insisted you must eat.”

Originally, Qin Yunxi had been in a carefree mood, planning to end her life today. But now, she suddenly felt sorrowful.

Her father never physically punished her, but if she didn’t listen, he would punish her nanny.

Qin Yunxi went downstairs, and her parents were already sitting at the table.

“Why are you wearing such clothes again?” Her father frowned slightly.

Although Lolita fashion was considered very noble in general circles, it was said that “nine out of ten Lolis are rich, and one is exceptionally rich,” because most of these Lolis were involved in the Lolita fashion scene.

“…”

Qin Yunxi fell silent, not having a good response for her father.

She didn’t know when it had happened, but the distance between her and her father had already grown far apart.

“Yunxi, didn’t you say you were feeling down lately? Your father specially invited a chef from England. Come and try it,” her mother said with a full smile as she looked at Qin Yunxi.

England? A chef? It was really hard to associate those two words together, and it was hard not to laugh.

As a culinary wasteland, England was voted the country with the worst food in the world, yet her father was eager to send money to them?

Shouldn’t the countries famous for Western cuisine be France or Italy?

“What’s this?”

Qin Yunxi asked, looking at the small box in front of her, which contained tiny black balls, wondering what they were.

Could this be eggs from some creature…?

Then she glanced at the blood-dripping steak in front of her father, unsure of how well-done it was, and her last bit of appetite vanished entirely.

She didn’t like Western food. Whenever her family ate it, she would always try to hide, waiting for them to finish, and then she would ask the nanny to make her a simple homemade dish.

In her opinion, the dishes made by the nanny were far tastier than what this so-called English chef had prepared.

If there was anything she liked from England, it would be the Darjeeling tea that the English nobility loved to brew, but unfortunately, it wasn’t even produced in England.

“Caviar, it’s a good thing. Yunxi, you can savor it,” her father explained, not knowing how to communicate with her, always feeling a deep gap between father and daughter.

“Yunxi, this is premium sturgeon caviar, you should eat more.”

Qin Yunxi tasted a little. It was salty, with a hint of seawater and a unique freshness.

In an instant, Qin Yunxi felt as if ants were crawling on her. She had never eaten seafood before, as her body was allergic to it.

But her parents seemed to be unaware of this simple fact about their daughter.

Even if they thought this was a delicacy, she felt like she was not meant to enjoy it.

As soon as it entered her mouth, she felt a slight rash form on the back of her hand and quickly spit the caviar out.

“You unlucky child, if you’re not going to eat it, at least don’t waste it!” her father scolded.

This caviar, just the small box in front of her, cost a sky-high price of 18,000 yuan.

Even her parents, who were used to Western food, couldn’t bear to eat much of it.

After a brief hesitation, the nanny spoke in a voice loud enough for everyone in the restaurant to hear, but not too loud:

“Master… Madam, Miss is allergic to seafood…”

The restaurant went silent for a moment, and both parents immediately laughed awkwardly.

“Well then, let’s have something else… Yunxi, is there anything else you’d like to eat?”

She scanned the table. Blue-veined cheese, French foie gras, blood steak, caviar—none of it was something she could enjoy.

The blood-steak sitting in front of her made her want to ask, couldn’t they cook it like the braised meat with potatoes that the nanny made for her?

But in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

After the Western meal, she felt even hungrier.

The nanny was tidying up the clothes. Qin Yunxi went over and asked, “Sister, have you ever taken a bus?”

“Yes, I have. Why?” the nanny replied, still busy.

“How do you take the bus?” Qin Yunxi asked.

“You wait at the bus stop. When it arrives, you get on,” the nanny replied.

Qin Yunxi asked again, “But how does it know where you’re waiting? Does the bus stop have sensors?”

The nanny turned around, smiling at her, then embraced her.

“My young lady, you’re so cute.”

Qin Yunxi pushed her away.

“Not knowing how to take the bus is not cute at all.”

“No, it’s very cute.”

With the suicide note hidden in her clothes, Qin Yunxi quietly slipped out the door.

Her clothes were beautiful, her little shoes were eye-catching, but they felt too thin on the cold winter streets.

She hadn’t been outside for long before she began to regret her decision.