Villainous Poor Student (13)
He Siyu’s face was somewhat pale.
Song Xuyi, who called her Sister Siyu sweetly and tenderly in her dream, seemed to still be vividly before her eyes.
Every cell in her body seemed to tremble, and the pleasure from the dream lingered in her mind. Some long-suppressed desires were gradually surfacing from the bottom of her heart…
He Siyu couldn’t feel any trace of sleepiness anymore.
She rolled out of bed, freshened up as quietly as possible, and waited. The moment the dormitory auntie opened the door, He Siyu bolted out of the dormitory building.
The rest of the students were just starting to get out of bed, and the athletic field was empty. He Siyu ran several laps around the track and then stood gasping for breath at the edge of the field, expressionless.
The dawn sky was ablaze, its light spreading behind countless high-rise buildings, and then, amidst the jagged indentations of the skyscrapers, a red sun peeked through the glow and rose slowly.
It had been a long time since He Siyu had watched the sunrise in such peace. The gradually brightening rays reminded her of that village she had almost forgotten.
During countless days of living that felt worse than death, nights where sleep eluded her, He Siyu would gaze through that broken window, watching the sunrise from behind the distant mountains. The sunrise signified she had managed to survive another day…
But was she really resigned to this fate?
He Siyu was not content to spend her life in the hell-like, deathly quiet village, so she deliberately got close to the young girl who had turned into the village from the city.
The city girl, with her clumsy but earnest way, described to her a life beyond the mountains, a vision of bliss that was beyond He Siyu’s wildest dreams.
He Siyu was somewhat skeptical, suspecting the girl might be lying, but the girl’s words still planted a distant dream in her heart.
If the world the girl spoke of was real…
He Siyu decided to take a chance.
On that stormy night, He Siyu had hidden a sharp dagger up her sleeve. The dagger had been meticulously honed day and night, and its edge was now razor-sharp.
He Biao began his usual routine of beating He Siyu mercilessly, with her pleading for mercy on his face. But in her heart, He Siyu had made up her mind: when He Biao fell asleep, she would plunge the dagger into his chest! Then, under the cover of the rainy night, she would escape the village and find her biological father…
He Siyu had had enough! Even if it meant descending into hell, she wanted to fight for her own future.
However, He Siyu did not expect that on that day, Song Xuyi appeared outside her window.
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She was like a beam of sudden light, leading her out of the filthy darkness of the mountain village and ushering in a brand new, unimaginably happy life for her.
Because of Song Xuyi, she had become who she was now.
He Siyu once felt incredibly fortunate to have met Song Xuyi, yet also felt unworthy of her. Embroiled in darkness and having nearly committed murder, she didn’t feel she deserved Song Xuyi’s intimate affection.
She was deeply attached to Song Xuyi’s kindness, so she tried her hardest to put on a front in front of her, humbly hiding her true self, wanting to become the person that Song Xuyi would like.
However… desires still grew day by day.
He Siyu didn’t know when exactly it happened—perhaps it was when she first harbored the thought of kissing Song Xuyi, or maybe it was even earlier—but her feelings for Xuyi had changed.
Deep down, she might have realized it all along but never dared to admit it: How could she that seemed sunny yet was full of filth, be worthy of defiling the light in her heart?
Xuyi deserved the very best in the world, which wasn’t something a person like her could provide.
Yet, last night’s dream ultimately lifted the final veil, and desires, deemed extravagant, emerged in her heart.
—The desire to hide Xuyi away so no one else could see her, to do excessive things to Xuyi, to have her all to herself by any means necessary…
What filthy thoughts!
Grief and despair filled her chest to the brim.
He Siyu bit her lower lip and let out a bitter laugh, but the pain in her body was nothing compared to the agony in her heart.
……
The ringing of the early morning exercise bell was about to start, gradually students began running out of the dorm and toward the track and field.
The stream of people was like a winding river, countless individuals bustling and flowing in…
In her lifetime, she might meet countless others, but He Siyu knew beyond a doubt: Among the millions, none would be her.
He Siyu lifted her head and suddenly found the morning sunlight somewhat blinding, even causing her eyes to start becoming a bit moist.
This light was so warm, just like the person occupying her thoughts…
Xuyi, I really, truly like you so much!
Song Xuyi had been extremely busy lately, planning to promote the entry of merchants into adjacent shopping centers in a new province. A series of arrangements had to be made from scratch, and Song Xuyi was so busy that she could barely get less than five hours of sleep a day, let alone take the initiative to contact He Siyu.
It was not until He Siyu’s birthday that Song Xuyi noticed something was amiss: she had given He Siyu a new mobile phone and had taught her how to send text messages. Logically, He Siyu should have been in contact more frequently, but ten days had passed without a call or text from He Siyu.
Perhaps Siyu is also busy!
After all, Siyu had become a high school student, and it was nearly the end of the semester with exams approaching…
Song Xuyi didn’t ponder too much on it, afraid of disturbing He Siyu’s dorm mates, she timed a text message precisely at midnight on He Siyu’s birthday.
“My most adorable and beautiful Sister Siyu, happy birthday!”
However, Song Xuyi hadn’t expected that almost the moment the text message was sent, He Siyu’s call came through.
“Sister Siyu, happy birthday!” Song Xuyi answered the phone, subconsciously lowering her voice: “Aren’t you in the dorm? Will taking the call disturb your roommates?”
“Thank you,” but there was some noise in the background on He Siyu’s end, faintly mixed with the sound of car horns: “I asked for leave, I’m not staying at the school tonight.”
“Oh, then say hello to Uncle He and Aunt Wang for me!” Song Xuyi thought He Siyu had gone home and casually responded. She hadn’t been prepared for He Siyu to actually call, and after saying this, she suddenly didn’t know what else to say, awkwardly searching for a topic.
“Have you been very busy with your studies recently? Don’t overwork yourself.”
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“Not busy.”
“Oh, then you should eat more, you were thinner the last time I saw you.”
“You too, try not to stay up late all the time.”
……
“It’s getting late, you should pay attention to rest, go to sleep earlier and don’t stay up too late,” realizing He Siyu seemed somewhat distracted, and after a few dry exchanges, Song Xuyi was about to hang up the phone when she suddenly heard He Siyu speak softly, “Xuyi, what kind of person do you like?”
“Do you have someone you like?”
Song Xuyi was taken aback, feeling that He Siyu wouldn’t ask such a question without reason, her spirits lifted.
She hadn’t expected He Siyu to ask such a question. But on second thought, she didn’t find it strange; He Siyu was at the age where one starts to experience the beginnings of romantic feelings, and it was perfectly normal to have someone she liked. However, Song Xuyi was curious about what kind of person He Siyu would fall for.
He Siyu was silent for a moment, seemingly a little shy and obediently answered as always, “It won’t affect my studies.”
He Siyu tacitly accepted what Song Xuyi had said.
“It’s not about affecting studies,” Song Xuyi suddenly found herself wide awake with curiosity, “I want to know what kind of person you like.”
“She is the best person in the world,” He Siyu softly replied over the phone, seemingly a bit shy as she quickly changed the subject, “What about you, Xuyi? What kind of person do you like?”
Song Xuyi hadn’t expected He Siyu to be so persistent about the question, but thinking that He Siyu had just shared her little secret, she felt she indeed ought to share something in return.
“I’m still young, you know! Only fifteen, and I don’t have someone I like.” Song Xuyi coughed awkwardly, feeling her cheeks unexpectedly heat up. She furrowed her brows, thought for a moment, and then added, “But if I were to choose, I’d like someone who is good-looking, treats me well, has ambition, and doesn’t have any bad habits…”
Song Xuyi described a template of the kind of person most girls would like.
There was a noticeable silence on He Siyu’s end, as if she was pondering something. It took a while before she spoke again, “I understand.”
“Alright, let’s not talk about me,” even though Song Xuyi knew He Siyu to be a decisive and intelligent girl, thinking about how love could cloud one’s judgment, Song Xuyi still couldn’t help but admonish with concern, “Siyu, you’re so outstanding and still young. I’m not against you dating, but maybe you can look around first. Perhaps in the future, you might meet someone even better…”
“No one could be better than her,” He Siyu laughed lightly, her voice tinged with bitterness, “And… she doesn’t like me right now.”
This revelation completely blew Song Xuyi away!
“There’s actually someone in the world who doesn’t like you?!” Could this mean that Siyu was harboring an unrequited love?
Song Xuyi felt both heartache and anger: “Then you should stop liking that person too, they really have no taste…”
He Siyu’s voice grew even lighter: “I’ll try my best! I’m not worthy of her anyway…”
This was clearly still a case of unrequited love!
Song Xuyi felt extreme heartache; yet the youthful sentiments of girls are always poetic. He Siyu confiding in her meant that she trusted her. Song Xuyi had never experienced such emotions and thus had no right to stop He Siyu’s affections, and besides, today was He Siyu’s birthday…
“Anyway, make sure you take good care of yourself!” Song Xuyi sighed inwardly, earnestly advising: “You’re still a minor after all.”
While saying this, Song Xuyi resolved to introduce He Siyu to a selection of outstanding individuals to choose from after she started college, determined not to let her linger on this crooked tree…
Song Xuyi chatted casually with He Siyu for a few more moments before hanging up the phone with a heavy heart, losing any desire to sleep. She decided to take out her business card holder and start looking for eligible young talents.
“Xuyi, you…” The voice of the system in her mind suddenly spoke up.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.”
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“Siyu is still young; don’t worry too much. Perhaps by the time she goes to college, she’ll quickly forget this romance…”
The system spoke softly, trying to offer comfort. It thought for a moment and then held back some thoughts: Although He Siyu in this world is increasingly resembling the villains from the previous worlds, He Siyu is someone that the system and Song Xuyi have watched grow up. He Siyu is gentle and obedient, a fine young person that everyone praises. She hasn’t shown any signs of affection towards Song Xuyi either. Maybe it’s all just unnecessary worry.
“Let’s hope that’s the case!”
Song Xuyi sighed, feeling like a worried mother, troubled over her child’s premature love affairs.
The “beep beep” sound on the line continued for several seconds before He Siyu finally hung up the phone.
This period was torturous for her, deeply feeling as if her emotions were a desecration of her relationship with Song Xuyi. She dared not contact Song Xuyi, fearing that revealing her thoughts would lead to Song Xuyi’s estrangement… Yet, she subconsciously checked her phone countless times every day, hoping to receive a message or a call from Song Xuyi.
As expected, Xuyi made a phone call right at the beginning of her birthday.
He Siyu had countless things she wanted to say, but they were all stuck in her throat, unable to be voiced. She could only greedily listen to Xuyi’s voice.
She was happy that Xuyi didn’t like anyone yet, and was touched that Xuyi cared about her feelings… but because of all these emotions, she felt increasingly despicable.
“Hello, your tattoo is done,” the tattoo artist behind her said gently, interrupting He Siyu’s reverie.
The tattoo artist found this young lady quite peculiar: she seemed very young, yet she carried a composure and aloofness that didn’t match her age. Perhaps it was because she was so beautiful that the tattoo artist didn’t even dare to look too directly into her eyes.
She came here to have the name of someone etched onto her body.
He Siyu gently lifted her head, looking at the spot on her left shoulder in the mirror where a scar used to be.
The tattoo artist was skilled, and the light patterns intricately surrounded the name “Xuyi,” resembling the tangled, unspeakable worries and secret thoughts entwined within.
He Siyu had lied; she had lied to her teacher, claiming she felt unwell and asked for leave.
Because she wanted to give herself a gift.
On her seventeenth birthday, she had the name of her beloved tattooed over her old scar, her heart heavy with sorrow and despair.
Perhaps this was a secret that could never be spoken aloud.
Xuyi smoothed over the emotional scars buried deep within herself, yet she branded her heart with the deepest mark—an imprint of love, possibly too daunting to ever let her know.
The author has something to say:
Yes, the little angels in the comment section are right to remind everyone: do not learn from Siyu and get tattoos before coming of age!!! Although Siyu’s tattoo is in a place that everyday clothes conceal, this kind of behavior is still not appropriate!
LP: Re-translated on March 08, 2024
Thank you for the chapter Translator-sama~<3
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