Xia Yu lay down as soon as she got home and fell asleep immediately.
The school uniform clenched in her hand gave off a faint freesia scent, the same fragrance she smelled during naps in class that made her sleep peacefully.
Just like back then when the young master stayed by her side—though she had long stopped hoping they would meet again, fate still had them cross paths in the classroom.
She had once truly regarded herself as a girl, and that one time, she had felt a spark of such feelings she would never tell anyone.
That accidental encounter was surely the result of the hardships Xia Yu had endured over the past few years.
She didn’t know how much time had passed before a heavy rain began outside, and a series of coughs echoed from the bedroom.
Xia Yu clutched her chest, her brows furrowed tightly.
The pain tearing through her heart made her emit soft whimpers as she curled up on the bed, overwhelmed by agony.
The continuous knocking at the door only made her more agitated, as if hallucinating, as though she had gone back to ninth grade when someone had knocked persistently like this.
Xia Yu was hiding alone in this old, dim little room where she had lost count of how many locks had been replaced.
“Xia Yu, open the door! If you don’t, I’ll smash it down! You’ll never lock it again in your life!”
Every time she was at her weakest physically, staying home only invited men outside to take the chance to bring strangers over.
“Inside there’s a Bloodkin?”
“That’s right, one of the rarest breeds in Nancheng City.”
“What’s the price?”
“Half an hour of admiring is 500, half an hour of touching 1,000, taking her out to play for a day is 5,000. If you want a Bloodkin Descendant, it’s 300,000, but she needs to be an adult… and during that time, you’re responsible for living expenses.”
“Disgusting, truly disgusting…”
Tears spun in her eyes.
Xia Yu endured the chest pain and listened to the filthy deals between the men outside, glaring fiercely at the door.
A wave of despair and helplessness washed over her.
She wanted to leave this place, to leave this home that wasn’t hers.
Since the man who called himself her father took over this house, Xia Yu understood adults were truly villains—filthy and despicable.
Finding a sharp object in the room to defend herself, Xia Yu stared at the weapon in her hands, her fingers trembling slightly.
She had no confidence.
At her weakest, facing a group of big, burly men, did she really have a chance?
Better to end it herself than be humiliated to death…
Just as she raised the weapon high, hesitation struck, and she looked at the ceiling light bulb, her mind blank.
No, why should I die?
Xia Yu glared fiercely at the door about to be broken open.
She mustn’t die—because those who deserve death are someone else!
Xia Yu was still underage, and this was clearly Self-Defense.
The police didn’t say much about the incident.
Her father lost custody, and she was successfully freed from him.
Wearing clothes stained with large patches of blood, Xia Yu sat alone by a bench as officers mentioned how Xuanwu City’s relationship with the Bloodkin was poor.
They decided to keep the matter quiet and handle it privately.
Later, Xia Yu received various Subsidies and found a safe apartment to settle in.
Apart from the occasional severe discomfort during transformation and dreams haunted by an inescapable past, those middle school years remained like shackles binding her tightly.
Groggy, Xia Yu walked over to the water dispenser and took several big sips, finally calming down a bit.
Her mind must have been scrambled.
Xia Yu was a boy, Mo Yidong was a boy too.
Besides, Mo Yidong liked girls—he was definitely not gay.
Xia Yu gripped the cup, droplets of water clinging to it.
He had once told her, he would never live the rest of his life as a woman!
The knocking at the door came again.
Xia Yu frowned, angrily shouting,
“Who is it?”
She had lived here long enough.
The property management was very responsible, and few salespeople ever came by.
Annoyed, Xia Yu walked to the door and looked through the peephole.
Seeing a familiar figure, her anger instantly halved.
Why was it Mo Yidong?
How did he know where this was?
After knocking, Mo Yidong took out his phone and spoke into it.
“Hello, I’m a classmate of the resident in 303. He hasn’t been heard from since he came home. I’m worried he might have fainted inside. If you’re unsure, we can call the police to open the door and check.”
Hearing Mo Yidong about to call the police, Xia Yu hurriedly opened the door to stop him.
“I’m fine, I’m awake!”
Pushing the door open startled Mo Yidong.
It was the first time he’d seen her so anxious.
“He’s fine now. Sorry for the trouble.”
The tension instantly eased.
Seeing Xia Yu, Mo Yidong finally relaxed.
“It was Teacher Qiu who gave me the address, right?”
Xia Yu saw Mo Yidong holding porridge in his left hand, her schoolbag slung over his right shoulder.
“What are you doing here?”
“There’s medicine in your bag. Don’t forget to take it.”
“Geez… Teacher Qiu really tells everyone everything.”
Teacher Qiu was truly a kind person, not only telling Mo Yidong where she lived but also about the medicine.
“That’s not Teacher Qiu’s fault. I forced the information out of him.”
“What else did Teacher Qiu say?”
“To take less medicine.”
Xia Yu frowned, confused as she looked at Mo Yidong’s calm expression.
She couldn’t tell if those words were really from Teacher Qiu or Mo Yidong’s own thoughts.
“Feeling any better?”
Seeing Xia Yu still dressed in the boys’ uniform, eyes bleary as if just woken up, Mo Yidong reached out toward her forehead.
Xia Yu pulled back slightly, and that small movement unexpectedly widened the distance between them.
“Have you eaten?”
Xia Yu noticed the rain still pouring outside, unaware of when Mo Yidong had arrived or how long he had been waiting.
She felt a little guilty about sending him away so soon.
“I ate when you brought it.”
“The rain’s too heavy. You probably can’t get home. If you don’t mind the mess, you can stay at my place tonight.”
“I contacted my family. Someone’s coming to pick me up later.”
Oh—!
Xia Yu wanted to slap herself, forbidding any more delusions.
“Well… sit for a bit?”
“Okay.”
Except for the essentials, Mo Yidong couldn’t tell much about Xia Yu’s hobbies or habits.
People often displayed their favorite items and photos in obvious places, but Xia Yu’s room showed no such signs.
“Your room’s not messy.”
“Thanks for the compliment.”
Seeing Mo Yidong still standing, Xia Yu quickly fetched some slippers.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get you some water.”
“Sorry to bother your rest.”
Mo Yidong stood still for several seconds, unsure if he had accidentally intruded into a girl’s or a boy’s room.
Sitting on the soft sofa, Mo Yidong had never looked at Xia Yu so quietly before.
Her silver hair framed pale, tender skin, and her clear, vivid red eyes shone brilliantly in the dim living room, captivating and impossible to look away from.
As their eyes met, Mo Yidong immediately grasped at a random topic.
“White hair and red eyes—are you a Little White Rabbit?”
After placing the cup on the coffee table, Xia Yu noticed Mo Yidong’s intense gaze, which made her heart flutter uneasily.
“A Little White Rabbit at least has ears, you know.”
Xia Yu rolled her eyes, parting her soft, tender lips slightly to reveal four sharp little fangs.
“I’m a Bloodkin. A vampire, okay?”
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