Bullying

With reddened eyes, he said, “Just yield to me, Qiuhe. Isn’t power what you’ve always wanted most? I’ll give it to you-the position of Empress, anything you desire, I’ll give it to you, all right? Call me Crown Prince Brother once more, will you?”

The Crown Prince, who was usually stern and reserved, always speaking of propriety, righteousness, and shame, was now begging me so humbly-how could that not delight me?

My slender hand reached up to Yin Jiuqing’s neck. I blew a breath into his ear, watching his desire grow unbearable, yet refusing to give in: “Didn’t you say I was unchaste? That I was a Fox Spirit, ignorant of propriety and shame? Your Highness the Crown Prince, now you stand before your Sister-in-law, undressing yourself-tell me, aren’t you the shameless one?”

I pressed Yin Jiuqing hard against the artificial hill behind him, making him let out a muffled groan.

I acted as if I hadn’t heard, cursing him with satisfaction: “You know no shame, you disregard human decency, and I refuse to grant your wish!”

I straightened my clothes, which he had pulled into disarray, and strode quickly out from behind the rockery.

Outside the rockery, the sky was high and the moon was small, a bright moon hanging overhead.

It was late autumn again, and under the moonlight, layer upon layer of frost and snow had settled on the fallen leaves.

On Xu Anran’s wedding day, my lover jumped from the eighteenth floor.

When I opened the door to his studio, it was filled with portraits of Xu Anran.

The brushstrokes were rough and intense, yet carried the fervor of his boundless love.

A friend said, “Shen Qingqie loved Anran for ten years. She was his only light.”

When I opened my eyes again, I saw Shen Qingqie being cornered by the school bully in the classroom. I silently closed the door.

Later, he knocked on my window in the rain, his voice hoarse and full of despair.

“Ranran, don’t you want me anymore…?”

When the School Belle led people to beat me up in the bathroom, she was caught red-handed by the teacher.

Yet she pretended to be innocent, and even swore an oath:

“If I bully a classmate, I’ll get hit by a car tomorrow when I go out!”

But she didn’t know-I am a Linguistic Sorcerer.

Anything she says in front of me will come true.

The day I found out I had cancer.

He Wei frowned and said coldly to me, “Do you think anyone would be sad if you died? No one would feel bad about it.”

I said, “Whatever.”

Then I sincerely wished him, “I hope you’ll do as you say.”

After all, the year my brother died saving me, everyone looked at me and said:

“Why wasn’t it you who died?”

Later, I stood on the rooftop of the abandoned building where my brother passed away and jumped off.

But He Wei, why were you crying?

At university, the Counselor doesn’t care if you fail your courses, skip classes, or go clubbing at night.

They only care about whether you might die on campus.

Many universities that seem peaceful on the surface actually have unspeakable secrets.

At a media school located in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, there was an incident where a student died on campus.

I can’t say exactly which school it was. The school paid us hush money and threatened us with smooth graduation to keep us silent.

Now that I have graduated for many years, I just want to tell this story.

I’ll try to keep emotion out of it and only recount what I personally witnessed.

I had a pretty good relationship with the deceased. We did everything together. The reason I want to tell this story is to restore the truth, because there are two versions of what happened.

The version still circulating at the school today is only a partial one.

All the names that appear later are pseudonyms. There’s no need to look them up or trace their origins.

As the School Belle, I swapped souls with the fattest and poorest girl in the whole school.

We exchanged secrets, shared our lives, and tried hard to return to our original selves.

Until one day, she disappeared.

The teacher said her whole family had moved abroad.

I saw her again ten years later.

She was standing beside my Childhood Sweetheart, having become the CEO’s Wife.

My roommate was murdered, and her body was hidden in her wardrobe.

I quietly closed the wardrobe and locked the door.

Because the killer was outside, playing cards with us.

I knew that if I didn’t act well, we’d all die.