The chill from the back of her hand spread rapidly, and as she gazed at the cold-hued blade, Qi Yuanyuan felt her scalp tingle and a cold sweat break out on her back, "No, don’t, I was wrong! I was wrong, please spare me, I’m sorry, I apologize! Don’t ruin my hand."
As Qi Yuanyuan spoke, she burst into tears, her eyes filled with horror as she frantically shook her head at Yun Yi.
"So the hand can’t be wasted either, I guess it’ll have to be the face after all." Yun Yi said, and moved the dagger back towards Qi Yuanyuan’s face.
"No, don’t, waaa, I was wrong! Don’t scratch my face, I don’t want my hand ruined, waaaa..." Qi Yuanyuan cried tearfully, her eyes brimming with terror.
Soon after, a stench of urine began to permeate the air.
Yun Yi frowned at the unpleasant smell and stood up.
Seeing this, the terror in the girl’s eyes slightly receded, and while she looked at Yun Yi with fright, resentment also filled her gaze.
Yun Yi slightly lowered her eyes to meet the girl’s, staring down at her with contempt before suddenly breaking into a smile.
Though it was a charming smile, to Qi Yuanyuan it was as if it contained poison, alluring yet deadly. The girl’s heart skipped a beat, and then her pupils constricted before she let out a scream.
"Ah! Ahhh—" The girl clutched her right hand, rolling on the ground in agony.
A severed finger and a blood-stained dagger lay on the ground.
Yun Yi reached out towards the bloody dagger lying on the ground, and it flew back into her hand, "I’ll take one of your fingers for now, and if you dare to look at me with that same expression again, I won’t hesitate to dig out your eyes as well."
Having said that, Yun Yi pulled out a tissue from her pocket and leisurely began to wipe the dagger in her hand.
After cleaning it, she twirled the dagger pleasantly in her hand, then slowly turned around, only to meet Gu Zhiqi’s meaningful gaze.
Yun Yi then remembered there was still a child standing beside her.
Her twirling of the dagger faltered, and she failed to control the force well, causing a small cut on her index finger before the dagger slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground.
Yun Yi didn’t bother to attend to the cut on her hand but was instead quietly pondering a question.
Had she been too cruel just now, might she have frightened the child?
"Ahem, well, Sister doesn’t usually act ," Yun Yi felt the need to explain herself to establish a reputation as a gentle, kind, and understanding older sister figure in the child’s mind.
Gu Zhiqi wasn’t paying attention to Yun Yi’s words, his gaze instead fixed on Yun Yi’s hand, "Your hand is injured."
"Hmm? My hand is injured? Let me see." Yun Yi didn’t understand what Gu Zhiqi meant and thought he was talking about his own hand.
She took a few quick steps towards Gu Zhiqi and looked down to check his hands.
Gu Zhiqi: "... Your hand."
"It’s your hand that’s injured." Gu Zhiqi raised his hand, pointing at Yun Yi’s.
After hearing this, Yun Yi finally realized, and she lifted her injured hand to take a look.
Seeing the blood seeping from her finger, she didn’t seem concerned and was about to put the finger in her mouth to suck it.
Gu Zhiqi stopped her.
"Put some medicine on it."
Listening to Gu Zhiqi’s words, Yun Yi raised her eyebrows lightly with a bewitching smile, "Oh, are you concerned about me?"
Without replying, Gu Zhiqi simply retrieved the ointment that Su Yunling had given them from his storage bracelet and handed it to Yun Yi.
Yun Yi’s interest piqued as she eyed the ointment Gu Zhiqi handed over, her brow twitched slightly, and her eyes narrowed a bit, "This medicine, it was given to you by your brother, wasn’t it?"
How had she become his brother?