“What happened to your hand?”
In the classroom, Azuma Saburo noticed Yu Duojiaye’s palm wrapped in bandages and approached with concern.
“Nothing serious, I accidentally spilled something while cooking dinner yesterday and got burned.”
In reality, this was a burn from charcoal flames sustained while rescuing Mini Fu Jiang. Compared to herself, Little Tomie’s injuries were much more severe.
However, with an exaggerated regenerative ability similar to Fujiang’s, as long as she didn’t die, those injuries meant nothing to her.
Fortunately, they had reached an agreement with Little Tomie – she wouldn’t allow her body to grow again. Otherwise, Yu Duojiaye truly wouldn’t know how to explain things to Fujiang.
Given the circumstances, killing Little Tomie now was clearly inappropriate.
After all, when Fujiang died, their memories were shared between them. If Fujiang discovered she hadn’t dealt with the splintered body part, who knew how furious she would become.
What Yu Duojiaye didn’t know was that as Fujiang’s abilities evolved, memory sharing no longer required death to transmit.
Every detail of Little Tomie being taken home by Yu Duojiaye was simultaneously transmitted to Fujiang’s consciousness.
In Fujiang’s classroom, her distracted state since arriving for class today had drawn considerable attention.
“Fujiang, are you okay? Do you need to visit the infirmary?”
“Yeah, if you’re not feeling well, we can take you home.”
With her sweet, alluring appearance, Fujiang enjoyed excellent relationships with her classmates, and even the slightest abnormality would be noticed by them.
“I’m fine, just didn’t sleep well last night. I’ll be okay after some rest.”
Facing her classmates’ concern, Fujiang revealed her usual gentle smile, and everyone stopped pressing further.
As the breeze rustled through the leaves, Fujiang’s thoughts wandered to unknown places.
Death wasn’t frightening to Fujiang – or rather, it used to be frightening.
She didn’t know when it started, but the panic, anger, resentment, and other negative emotions brought by facing death began to disappear.
Instead, they transformed into a mocking pleasure from suddenly appearing before others, watching their panic-stricken reactions, and witnessing the destruction of families under her power.
Though death had become as simple as eating or sleeping for her.
Yet somehow, the memories transmitted from Little Tomie yesterday had reignited a thread of fear and hidden worry about death within her.
She didn’t know where this fear and concern originated, but she knew it was definitely related to Yu Duojiaye.
“Haa~”
Scratching her hair in irritation, Fujiang rejected her two followers and stood up alone to leave the classroom.
Passing by the restroom, she coincidentally saw several girls bullying a drenched girl who was crouching in the corner with her head buried.
Hearing movement, the girls instinctively turned to assess the situation. If it was a teacher, they would claim the girl had accidentally fallen.
If it was another student, they would need to silence them.
But when they turned and saw Fujiang’s stunningly beautiful face, the girls surrounded her with hostile expressions.
A moment later, Fujiang emerged from the restroom after splashing some water on her face. Standing at the doorway, she gazed coldly at the delinquent female students kneeling on the ground clutching their stomachs, then calmly straightened her disheveled dress—disordered from her earlier confrontation.
School bullying was ubiquitous on the island nation, often stemming from absurd reasons.
Envy over others’ academic excellence, physical beauty, or simply disliking someone for no reason—all could trigger bullying.
Fujiang had experienced it herself, targeted out of jealousy for her looks. She had even endured extreme incidents like kidnapping and acid attacks aimed at disfiguring her.
There were too many such ordeals—so many that Fujiang had lost count of the torments ordinary people could never imagine.
She couldn’t recall when exactly she had begun losing empathy for others’ suffering, gradually turning into someone cold and detached.
She should have continued as always—observing the world indifferently, watching those who harbored ill intentions toward her descend into madness or meet ruin.
That was the only way her numb heart could feel a sliver of solace and satisfaction.
Though it made her feel like a monster, hadn’t those very people created this monster?
All she was doing was exacting straightforward revenge.
Yet, ever since meeting Yu Duojiaye, she found herself gradually losing interest in such pursuits.
Though that scoundrel often infuriated her, she realized she could now experience emotions beyond schadenfreude.
And deep down, there was a feeling she was reluctant to acknowledge—one she was experiencing profoundly for the first time.
Agitated all morning, Fujiang’s unusual state didn’t go unnoticed by her teacher, who repeatedly expressed concern and checked on her.
Fujiang brushed off the inquiries with vague replies. It wasn’t until the afternoon break that she finally stepped out of the classroom, her face stern.
Meanwhile, Yu Duojiaye had spent the morning pondering how to handle Little Tomie, barely managing to decide on preparing basic necessities like clothes and utensils for her.
Stretching lazily, he followed the crowd out of the classroom, only to spot Fujiang in the corridor—arms crossed, expression icy.
“You,” she uttered in a cold tone, “come with me.”
Without waiting for a response, Fujiang turned and headed toward the staircase.
Yu Duojiaye’s heart sank. He mentally scrambled for how to explain his decision to keep Little Tomie, sensing from Fujiang’s demeanor that something serious was afoot.
And recently, the only major issue was Little Tomie.
The memory of her death had returned—how could he have forgotten? This was trouble.
In the alley behind the teaching building, several young couples sat on the grass during their lunch break, feeding each other and whispering sweet nothings.
Fujiang’s sudden appearance drew curious glances from male students and annoyed pouts from the girls.
Yu Duojiaye followed Fujiang uneasily, glancing at the surrounding students with clear discomfort.
“Let’s find another spot. There are people here,” he suggested.
“No. We’ll talk here,” Fujiang retorted coldly, making Yu Duojiaye frown. Was she insane? Discussing such a matter in public?
“Really, it’s not appropriate. If someone overhears, we’ll have bigger problems,” he insisted, growing more anxious.
With her arms crossed, Fujiang remained silent. She glanced back at the others who were watching the drama unfold, then turned her gaze to Yu Duojiaye.
“It’s fine, let them hear.”
“No, Fujiang, even if you’re angry, you can’t—”
“Let’s take a break for a while.”
“…”
“What?”
Fujiang took a deep breath.
“I said, let’s break up for now.”
Seeing Fujiang’s solemn expression, Yu Duojiaye felt an unbearable discomfort, his face contorting into a grimace.
“…When were we ever together?”
Fujiang froze at his words, then fell into thought before her expression turned terrifying.
“YU DUOJIAYE!!!”