The blade sank into a person's body, splitting the skin and cutting through the muscle. It paused briefly against the bone, but immediately smashed through it, sank into the soft muscle again, and finally stopped with a clang against the tiles.
You Jing felt the entire process through her hand. When she brought the cleaver down hard on the tiles, the recoil made her arm tingle slightly.
Blood streamed from the wound. You Fuxing was convulsing.
You Jing's body trembled.
When the female ghost made You Jing pull out the cleaver, drawing even more blood and spattering several crimson spots onto her, I felt the violent emotions surging inside You Jing.
They were far too complicated.
There was little satisfaction in revenge. Mostly, there was fear and helplessness.
But she didn't stop moving. She was like a puppet, with the female ghost tugging at her strings and controlling her.
Once, twice...
Throughout it all, You Jing's trembling body and turbulent heart grew numb.
She was still afraid, but no longer as terrified as before.
She was crying, though she didn't know why.
I couldn't stop what was happening, and I was growing more and more suspicious of what was recorded in the Greenleaf files.
Because the You Jing I "saw" was a withdrawn girl who had never thought of fighting back. She had simply endured all the pain in silence: the pain You Fuxing had inflicted on her, the pain Ke Xiao had inflicted on her, and the pain inflicted by classmates, teachers, neighbors, strangers... And the nightmares that haunted her, born from memories of her younger sister.
She hadn't fought back, nor had she tried to run away.
That didn't match what the files said.
More precisely, it didn't match You Jing's own account in the audio recording.
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