You Are My Only Sunshine - Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Chapter 5 Tears of Blood
Editor: Larbre Studio
“Even all of you became mine, I took everything from you, and you’re left with nothing, all mine. How wonderful, everything of yours is mine, you really lost big time. You’ve become the biggest fool in the world, do you know that? What’s more tragic is, I don’t love you, I don’t fancy anything of yours. So you gave it all for nothing, I won’t take it, I don’t fancy… Did you hear me, I don’t fancy! Take it back quickly, can you take it all back right now, I truly don’t fancy it. Consider this me begging you, can you take it all back, huh? Ah, ah—”
At last she cried out hysterically, Mo Jun could no longer bear it and collapsed to the ground.
She clutched her agonizing heart tightly, her throat felt as if it were blocked by something, making it hard for her to breathe, suffering as though her heart was being ripped apart.
The document had fallen to the ground.
Mo Jun pressed her hands against her chest, her face terrifyingly lowered to meet the gravestone in front of her.
She was no longer hysterical, nor did she make any moves, just quietly leaning there.
The wind gently blew past, clusters of white daisies swaying softly. The sky was still that very blue, the clouds still so white.
Everything was so beautiful…
But then, a drop of bright red blood suddenly fell onto the white petals.
And then another drop, and another.
In the year Mo Jun turned 25, due to myocardial spasms, she tragically died suddenly. When people found her, they saw on her cheeks, two lines of shocking blood-tears.
But what people couldn’t understand was the hint of a liberated smile that seemed to hang on her lips.
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Mo Jun did not die, and when she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying in a dark, deserted alley.
Beneath her was the damp, cold bluestone pavement.
The air was filled with the musty smell of dampness, the scent of alcohol, and a faint… scent of blood.
This scene, this feeling, it felt familiar.
A man reeking of filth suddenly pressed down upon her, and as his disgusting hands touched her, Mo Jun reflexively began to struggle.
But her body was somewhat limp from the effects of alcohol, and the vagabond pressing upon her was overpoweringly strong.
Mo Jun’s mind went blank, acting only on instinct to struggle, a voice in her head telling her she must not let him succeed, not even if it killed her.
“Slap—” Suddenly, a slap struck fiercely across her face. Her resistance had provoked the vagabond’s displeasure.
The foul-mouthed man cursed and swore, his coarse hands tightly gripping her fragile neck.
Mo Jun’s resistance began to weaken, but her eyes widened in shock.
Because she remembered, this scene, many years ago, had happened in the exact same way…
“Get lost!” All of a sudden, a low and incisive voice rang out.
In this dark and deserted alley, the voice was so unexpected and terrifying. The vagabond hadn’t anticipated that another person was lurking in the darkness; he stiffened and instinctively stopped what he was doing.
Whereas Mo Jun, upon hearing this familiar yet unreal voice, felt her heart contract fiercely.
“Who’s there, who’s out there?” The vagabond released Mo Jun, his eyes showing a fierce gleam as he carefully moved towards the darkness ahead.
Mo Jun propped herself up, eyes fixed on that spot; she couldn’t see the person in the darkness.
But she could smell his faint scent, mingled with a bit of blood.
