The Obsessive Beauty’s White Moonlight - Chapter 8

After dropping what sounded like a confession, Qi Ning waited in silence. She had calculated a dozen possible reactions from Su Niannian and pre-set a countermeasure for each.

She hadn’t been lying; until a second before her lips touched Su Niannian’s cheek, she hadn’t planned on doing it.

Yet, following that impulse, she felt no regret. Instead, she felt a flicker of genuine anticipation for Su Niannian’s answer.

If it was Su Niannian, then—

“I don’t do relationships.”

Su Niannian’s unhesitating words were like a bucket of ice water dumped over Qi Ning’s head.

Qi Ning told herself she hadn’t necessarily intended for them to become a couple, but the absolute nature of that rejection felt like a thorn driven into her flesh. Her emotions teetered on the edge of spiraling.

“No relationships, is it because you already love someone else?” Qi Ning’s lips curved upward, but her eyes remained pitch black.

Su Niannian, whose brain had been a chaotic mess since the moment she was kissed, hadn’t even processed the question properly. She simply nodded back in a daze.

In an instant, Qi Ning’s gaze became terrifying.

As a socially anxious person who was terrible at handling emotional confrontations, Su Niannian only wanted to go home, crawl under her covers, and escape reality. Avoiding Qi Ning’s direct stare, she looked down and whispered, “I’m going back now.”

To Qi Ning, her agitated expression and shifting eyes were proof that she was thinking of her beloved.

After a moment of silence, Qi Ning broke into a soft, tender smile. “Alright. I’ll take you back.”

Back at the villa, Su Niannian headed straight for the small room where she had hidden her suitcase. Exhausted in body and mind, she planned to move to her new place immediately, take a hot shower, and crash.

As for the matter with Qi Ning, she would deal with that after she woke up tomorrow.

She didn’t truly believe Qi Ning was being serious, but she couldn’t fathom why the woman was trying to get close to her, nor did she know how to handle their relationship.

Maybe I should just never see her again. That way, I won’t have to figure out how to face her. Su Niannian thought as she reached for the handle of the small room.

Strange.

Her hand froze. She remembered clearly that she had shut this door tightly before leaving. Now, not only was it cracked open, but light was leaking from within.

Her subconscious screamed danger, but her hand moved faster than her brain, pushing the door wide.

The metallic, copper scent of blood hit her full in the face.

The room was unrecognizable. On the wall directly facing the door, the oil painting that usually hung there was gone, replaced by a line of skin-crawling poetry:

【I wish to weave a wedding dress for you with my own flesh and blood.】

The gore used to write the poem on the wall had already dried, but the excess that had dripped onto the carpet had pooled into dark, stagnant puddles, staining the floor a deep brownish-red.

Su Niannian took a dazed step back. Her body began to go cold, inch by inch, as if an icy hand had squeezed her heart.

The police had thoroughly swept the villa during evidence collection; there had been no abnormalities then. But now, this bloody poem had appeared. That meant.

The killer had come back.

Before Su Niannian could move, a sharp crack echoed from above. A spark of electricity flashed, and a second later, every light in the villa went out.

The power was cut.

He hadn’t left. He was still here.

Su Niannian desperately suppressed the urge to turn and bolt. She diminished her presence as much as possible, holding her breath as she began to creep toward the front door.

In this absolute darkness, a sudden movement would only make it easier for the intruder to lock onto her.

She gritted her teeth, inching toward the exit. She had no idea where “The Left Hand” was hiding, but compared to the deep, claustrophobic interior of the villa, the outdoors offered a better chance to fight back or escape.

Earlier, she had viewed the attack with the detachment of an observer, but facing an unknown danger alone in the dark, the fear was magnified a hundredfold, clinging to her like a shadow.

Just as she was a few steps from the door, a sudden knock rang out.

The sound shattered the deathly silence, vibrating in her ears. Su Niannian turned her head stiffly. The familiar living room behind her was now a black void, feeling as if someone were standing in the darkness, watching her.

What should she do—open the door and run, or find a room to hide in?

“Niannian? Are you alright?”

It was Qi Ning.

Hearing that voice laced with concern, Su Niannian’s frayed nerves snapped. Without a second thought, she threw the door open.

“I just noticed your lights.”

Qi Ning was cut off as Su Niannian lunged forward, throwing her arms around her.

Qi Ning: “…”

As the faint fragrance from the girl’s hair reached her, Qi Ning first felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction. Then, she realized something was wrong.

Su Niannian was shaking.

Driven by a sharp instinct, Qi Ning’s gaze turned predatory. Half-supporting Su Niannian, she moved with lightning speed to lead her away from the doorway and under the glow of a nearby streetlamp.

There, Qi Ning saw Su Niannian’s face. She looked ghastly; her lips were pale, and her eyes were misted with unshed tears.

Qi Ning’s expression darkened as she gripped the girl’s hand. She had a good guess as to what had happened.

“It’s the killer,” Su Niannian whispered. Qi Ning’s presence acted like a stabilizing balm, allowing her mind to clear. “Call the police first.”

Once the call connected, Su Niannian struggled to stay calm as she relayed the situation to the police, forgetting that she was still holding Qi Ning’s hand.

As Qi Ning listened, the fury in her heart became uncontrollable. A violent urge to destroy something surged within her, her fingers curling involuntarily with rage.

Su Niannian felt the tremor in the doctor’s fingertips immediately. Having just hung up, she froze, suddenly feeling a wave of guilt.

Finding out the killer is nearby, Qi Ning must be terrified.

Su Niannian panicked. She realized that Qi Ning was just a physically weak doctor—beautiful and fragile. She shouldn’t have dragged her into such danger.

“Don’t be afraid,” Su Niannian whispered after a moment of hesitation. To comfort her, she took the initiative to squeeze Qi Ning’s hand tightly.

The gesture doused much of Qi Ning’s hidden rage. After a long silence, she squeezed back and leaned slightly against Su Niannian. She lowered her eyes and responded softly, “Mm. I’m not afraid.”

As she spoke, she expertly layered a look of lingering trepidation onto her face. As expected, it drew even more of Su Niannian’s protective attention.

Su Niannian, who had been paralyzed with fear just moments ago, now said with absolute sincerity, “Don’t worry. I will protect you.”

If she were alone, she couldn’t help but be afraid. But the thought of protecting Qi Ning filled her with a strange, sudden courage.

Because the police already had eyes in the area, it wasn’t long before sirens approached. The tight line of Su Niannian’s mouth finally relaxed.

At that moment, she felt a tug on her sleeve. She turned to see Qi Ning looking at her, eyes brimming with unease.

Qi Ning bit her lip, looking pitiful and helpless. She hesitated for a long time before finally whispering the request she seemed to have been agonizing over:

“Tonight, can we stay together?”

“I don’t want to sleep alone.”