Sang Yun sat collapsed on the ground, the burning pain on her face nothing compared to the humiliation in her heart.
The laughter and whispers of the people around her pierced her heart like needles.
Especially when she looked up and saw Sang Luo standing at the end of the corridor through the gaps in the crowd, an even deeper hatred surged within her.
“It’s all your fault…”
Sang Yun bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood.
“If you hadn’t kept things unclear in my previous life, how could I have mistaken the person?”
But this time, she didn’t impulsively rush forward like before. Instead, she slowly lowered her head, hiding the viciousness churning in her eyes.
Over the next few days, Sang Yun unexpectedly kept to herself.
She stopped wandering around the hospital and honestly stayed in the utility room assigned to her at the guesthouse.
Whenever she happened to run into Sang Luo near the hospital while Sang Luo was out buying food, she would deliberately avert her gaze, looking as though she were deeply ashamed.
It wasn’t until the evening of the fourth day that Sang Yun finally got her chance.
She saw Sang Luo walking out of the hospital’s side entrance alone, apparently heading to a nearby market to buy some daily necessities.
Sang Yun hurried after her, her voice timid.
“Sister, about what happened before… I was wrong.”
“You’re not pretending you don’t know me anymore?”
Sang Yun lowered her head, nervously twisting the hem of her clothes between her fingers.
“Sister, I ran away from the northwest. I was afraid you’d report me and have me sent back, so I pretended not to know you.”
Sang Luo frowned slightly and couldn’t help looking her up and down.
“Then you’re not afraid anymore?”
“I’m not!”
Sang Yun’s voice rose before quickly dropping again.
“But I really don’t want to go back. Sister, let me treat you to a meal! I’ll buy you some clothes. Please, don’t report me, okay?”
“You don’t need to treat me to a meal,” Sang Luo said indifferently. “Just behave yourself from now on.”
“It’s only one meal. Give me a chance to make it up to you.”
Sang Yun hurried forward two steps and tightly grabbed Sang Luo’s hand.
When she raised her head, tears had conveniently appeared in her eyes.
“I know a little restaurant nearby. Their mutton soup is especially good. I remember you used to love mutton soup.”
“All right.”
Seeing how insistent Sang Yun was, Sang Luo agreed, wanting to see what exactly she was plotting.
Her gaze fell on a young boy playing nearby.
“But first, I need to have the things I bought sent back.”
“No problem!”
Thinking about Dündup’s leg still being in a cast, Sang Yun figured that even if he found out, it wouldn’t matter.
Sang Luo gave the excited Sang Yun an unreadable look before walking over to the little boy. She slipped a few coins into his hand and quietly whispered a few instructions.
Sang Yun watched this, her heart tightening, but she forced herself to ask,
“Sister, what did you tell him?”
“I only have five cents with me, so I told him to ask my Abou for another five cents later.”
Sang Luo said this casually as she walked back to Sang Yun.
“Let’s go.”
Seeing Sang Luo say that, the uneasy look on Sang Yun’s face returned to normal.
“Then let’s hurry. It’s almost dark. If we get back too late, your Abou will worry.”
“Mm.”
Sang Luo nodded and gestured for Sang Yun to lead the way.
The two walked one after the other. Because Sang Yun deliberately guided their route, their path gradually became more and more remote.
“Didn’t you say we were going to a restaurant?”
Sang Luo stopped and looked at the increasingly desolate path ahead.
“There’s a shortcut this way.”
Sang Yun turned around and smiled, though there was something strange about that smile.
“You’re not scared, are you, Sister? Would I really hurt my own sister?”
“I am a little scared.”
Sang Luo answered honestly.
“After all, this isn’t the first time you’ve tried to hurt me.”
“What did you say?”
Sang Yun hadn’t heard her clearly.
“Nothing.”
Sang Luo had no intention of letting Sang Yun know that she had also been reborn.
Sang Yun was filled with questions, but because of her plan, she could only swallow them for now.
“Sister, I’m suddenly thirsty. Come have some water with me.”
Sang Yun pointed toward a well in the distance.
“People around here all say the water from this well is especially sweet. Why don’t we go have some first?”
Sang Luo followed her gaze and saw a lone well standing beside the road.
“No need.”
Sang Luo remained where she was.
“I’m not thirsty. If you want a drink, go yourself.”
She still remembered the old rule about not approaching wells alone.
“But I’m really thirsty.”
At first, Sang Yun merely muttered to herself. Then her voice gradually became sharper.
“Do you really not even want to come have a drink with me?”
She advanced toward Sang Luo step by step, her eyes gradually becoming crazed.
“Just like in my previous life! Everything good belonged to you, and all the suffering belonged to me! Even if I died of thirst or suffered to death, you wouldn’t have cared!”
Sang Luo slowly backed away, her right hand quietly reaching toward the fine acupuncture needles hidden inside her sleeve.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
“Of course you don’t!”
Sang Yun laughed hysterically.
“How could you possibly understand my suffering? But it doesn’t matter…”
Her voice suddenly lowered, becoming chillingly gentle.
“As long as you disappear now, everything will return to normal. Dündup will be mine, and the good life will be mine…”
Just as Sang Luo became fully alert, Sang Yun suddenly lunged at her like a madwoman, using all her strength to shove her toward the well.
“Go to hell!”
Sang Yun’s face twisted viciously as she screamed.
Fortunately, Sang Luo was already prepared. The moment Sang Yun lunged, she nimbly sidestepped.
At the same time, she stuck out her foot and tripped Sang Yun.
Unable to stop herself, Sang Yun pitched forward—
“Ah!”
Her shrill scream shattered the silence of dusk.
Half of Sang Yun’s body was already hanging over the mouth of the well. She desperately clung to the edge, her fingernails turning white from the force.
She looked down in terror.
The water below was pitch-black and seemed bottomless.
“Help… help me…”
She trembled as she begged Sang Luo for help.
Sang Luo stood beside the well and looked at her coldly.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“Pull me up… please…”
Sang Yun’s voice broke with tears.
“Sister, I know I was wrong!”
Hearing Sang Yun call her “Sister” left Sang Luo momentarily dazed.
But then she suddenly felt a tight grip around her ankle.
Sang Yun had grabbed Sang Luo’s ankle with one hand and was trying to drag her into the well with her!
“Good sister, if we’re going to die, then let’s die together!”
Sang Yun screamed like a lunatic, her eyes filled with malice.
Sang Luo clung tightly to the wall of the well with one hand. With the other, she acted decisively, precisely driving an acupuncture needle into a pressure point on Sang Yun’s hand.
Sang Yun cried out in pain and involuntarily released her grip.
Sang Luo strained to climb out of the well, but without anything to help her, she struggled for a long time without being able to pull herself up.
Just then, hurried footsteps sounded in the distance.
Dündup came stumbling toward them with a crutch, reaching out and grabbing Sang Luo’s arm as she began to slip downward.
“A Luo, are you all right?”