Ch. 123 - Without Investigation, There is No Right to Speak

"Be good now, tell me how many you want..."

In the apartment, a low and domineering male voice echoed.

Liu Qingqing sat on the sofa in silence, staring at the phone on the table, which was playing the audio.

Her public image has always been that of a sweet and considerate senior sister.

Even now, with her expressionless face, if people saw her, they would think she was just pouting in a fit of pique.

Only Liu Qingqing knew how turbulent her heart was at this moment.

Although she was a part-time CV, her sensitivity to sound was extremely abnormal.

A person's speaking content may be different, but the rhythm and pauses when speaking are difficult to change.

Since yesterday.

She had not left the house. In her mind, she kept replaying the scene of Lu Xing ordering her with his crutch.

[Just see me off to here. You can't cross this line.]

This kind of forceful tone made her subconsciously feel too familiar.

Not right.

Really not right.

She repeatedly listened to the audio Lu Xing had sent before and compared it with the rhythm and pauses when the junior brother spoke.

When the junior brother spoke to her, his words were all sunny and positive.

But when Lu Xing read the script, those lines were basically things that a normal person couldn't say in broad daylight.

Therefore.

Only then did Liu Qingqing belatedly discover that some of the pauses when these two spoke were so similar.

Liu Qingqing picked up her phone, set the audio to slow speed, and carefully identified Lu Xing's little habits when he spoke.

'Without investigation, there is no right to speak.'

After repeated comparison, recollection, and identification, Liu Qingqing was finally sure.

Her face was expressionless, but her voice was filled with an incredulous self-mockery.

"So you are the same person."

She could fabricate her own identity, so why couldn't Lu Xing?

Heh.

The thought of her having fallen into the same pit twice in a row made Liu Qingqing find it funny.

She slowly took off her clothes. Under the cold white light, she was as clean as a newborn.

"Lu Xing, Lu Xing, Lu Xing."

She unwrapped a brand-new pair of black stockings on the sofa and meticulously put them on.

"What should I do with you, Lu Xing?"

She put on a black leather high-slit skirt and strictly tidied up her attire.

She picked up the bunny ears on the table, put them on, and stared at herself in the mirror. Liu Qingqing tugged at the corners of her mouth.

The bunny girl in the mirror had an unprecedented daze in her eyes.

Before, when she didn't want to face reality, she would cosplay as a 2D character.

But today.

It didn't work anymore.

"Senior sister, senior sister, senior sister..."

"Kneel, don't move, hold on..."

A sunny and positive voice and a low and domineering voice constantly alternated in her mind.

In the end.

All the complex thoughts became that youth's handsome face.

Lu Xing.

'What should I do with you?'

You've seen me at my most pathetic, and you've also seen me at my most vulnerable.

What should I do with you?

Ring ring ring—

The rapid ringing of the phone sounded. Liu Qingqing instantly came back to her senses and immediately picked up the phone.

"Qingqing, are you asleep?"

"No, Mom."

"Good that I didn't disturb your sleep. I made dumplings at home. I'll mail them to you."

"Mom, I don't want to eat dumplings."

"I remember your favorite is the shrimp and corn filling. I'll mail you this."

"Mom, there's a supermarket here."

"Then I'll just mail them to you. The last delivery address hasn't changed, right?"

"Mom, I don't want to eat dumplings."

"When I mail them to you, remember to check for them. Take a picture for me after you've eaten."

"Mom, it's better not to mail them. I don't want to eat dumplings."

"I've already mailed them. I made them just for you. Remember to eat them."

"Mom, I don't want to eat."

"It's such a waste not to eat. Food is so precious."

"Mom, I really don't want to eat dumplings."

"You don't like the shrimp and corn filling? I'll make you other fillings and mail them too."

"Mom, don't mail them."

"I've already mailed them. I made them just for you. Remember to eat them."

"Mom..."

Liu Qingqing silently stared at the phone, which was in the middle of a call, and indifferently turned her head to look out the window.

This is the fifth floor.

"Qingqing, remember to pray every day. Only then will God bless you."

"We are born dirty. We must pray to God for salvation. We can't have desires. We have to..."

Liu Qingqing's mind went completely blank. All of her mother's words were like sounds from another world.

On the coffee table was a white plate filled with bright red small tomatoes.

Liu Qingqing picked up a small tomato, brought it to her lips, and took a bite.

The sweet and sour juice filled her mouth.

"Liar."

They are all liars.

God would not bless her, nor would he send her an angel.

After hanging up the phone.

Liu Qingqing no longer had a single bit of strength to speak.

She curled up on the sofa, a small figure, hugging her phone.

On that unknown WeChat account, she posted a Moment.

[Is death the end of everything?]

Ding—

A few minutes later.

A message came in.

【Junior Brother】: Senior Sister! I lost the hairpin from your cosplay costume. I put it in my pocket and lost it. I've bought a new one. Can you give me an address? I'll mail it to you!

【Junior Brother】: Also, my family grows small tomatoes. Homegrown, you know. I want you to try them too.

【Junior Brother】: cat delivering flowers.jpg

The cold white light from the phone screen shone on Liu Qingqing's face. A clear tear slid down her cheek.

Alright.

I won't die today. I'll wait until I've eaten the homegrown small tomatoes before I die.

"Lu Xing..."

Liu Qingqing closed her eyes, covering the obsession in them.

You're the one who broke into my world.

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