Scarred Hearts — A Girls' Love Tale - Chapter 39

“Still feeling sick?” Luo Qinghan placed a glass of water on the bedside table and asked Yan Shuangfei gently. Yan Shuangfei looked pale. Though she had already woken up, she was just sitting there, staring blankly.

Sigh… The aftermath this time is pretty serious. She looks like she’s been scared silly. That wouldn’t be good. Luo Qinghan felt helpless.

Looking at how weak Yan Shuangfei was, Luo Qinghan suddenly felt a strong urge to kiss her. I really am a pervert, she thought, chuckling at herself.

She brushed the strands of hair from Yan Shuangfei’s face behind her ear, gently kissed her on the lips, and said, “I’m heading to the office. Be good at home, okay? I’ll be back to have dinner with you tonight.”

“You don’t actually have to go.” The doctor leaned against the doorframe, looking at Ying Sha, and suddenly spoke. “It’s not worth risking your life for me.”

Ying Sha paused for a moment but quickly resumed what she was doing. She slowly strapped a knife to her waist, then looked up, smiling warmly. She walked over, cupped the doctor’s face in her hands, and said softly, “If you don’t want to get involved in all this again, then let me carry the burden of that dirty past for you.”

Ying Sha smiled bitterly. “Vengeance has to be taken. You don’t need to worry. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have ended up like this. This is something I have to do for you.”

“I don’t blame you. After I learned the truth, I stopped hating you.” The doctor’s voice was as cool and sorrowful as ever. “Go. Be careful.” She gently kissed Ying Sha’s hair. Ying Sha smiled softly and tucked a face mask into her coat pocket.

Ying Sha walked with her head down, one hand in her pocket. She stopped outside an ordinary apartment building, looked up at the number, nodded in satisfaction, and went inside.

On the third floor, she paused in front of a door. Slowly, she reached into her pocket, pulled out the mask, covered most of her face, and rang the doorbell.

“You are—?” A young woman opened the door. She looked up and froze slightly, instinctively asking.

“It’s been a long time. Kuai Dao.” Ying Sha’s voice was low, clearly disguised. Her tone was unreadable.

The woman instantly slammed the door shut without hesitation.

Ying Sha didn’t try to stop her—she didn’t even have time. She simply pulled out her tools and started picking the lock. It was lunchtime, and the hallway was deserted. Hearing a crash inside the apartment, her mood lifted, and a cold smile appeared on her face.

This tool Al invented really works, she thought. Even a professional locksmith would need hours for a door like this, but I opened it in two minutes.

She pushed the door open easily. Inside, Kuai Shou was already holding a knife and a phone, screen still lit, her eyes full of caution.

But Ying Sha didn’t attack right away.

“Oh? Who were you calling just now? The police? Or maybe one of your old buddies?” she said mockingly, staring coldly at her. “I still remember the promise I once made to you by accident. Look, I only brought a knife this time. No gun.” She drew the military knife. Its sharp blade glinted menacingly, the deep bl00d groove clearly visible.

Kuai Shou seemed to make a decision and suddenly lunged, slashing at Ying Sha’s face. Ying Sha narrowly dodged, pressed close to the blade, then lifted her knee into Kuai Shou’s stomach, spun, and slashed cleanly at her side.

“Ah!” Kuai Shou screamed in pain but didn’t falter. She lunged again, knife aimed at Ying Sha. The two of them fell to the ground together.

Kuai Shou pinned Ying Sha down and stabbed toward her eyes. Ying Sha’s right hand couldn’t muster much strength, so she kicked Kuai Shou hard, finally forcing her to loosen her grip.

Both women were skilled with knives, attacking and defending in turn. Aside from that moment of danger, Ying Sha clearly had the upper hand.

A vase in the living room shattered during the fight. Kuai Shou was pushed back to the wall, her wounds bleeding heavily, soaking through her clothes.

Just then, a door in the back of the apartment opened, and a girl in pajamas walked out, yawning. “Mom, I’m hungry.”

Ying Sha instinctively stopped and put her knife back at her waist. Kuai Shou froze when she heard the voice. She quickly hid her knife behind her back and forced a smile, then looked at Ying Sha with gratitude.

She slowly walked over and said to the girl, “Mommy will cook soon. Why don’t you play with this big sister for a bit?” The girl had already noticed Ying Sha. Having someone to play with sounded great, so the two of them sat down at the table.

“Why are so many things broken?”

“Mommy tripped and fell.” Kuai Shou’s face was pale. Ying Sha could clearly see bl00d seeping from between her fingers.

Ying Sha was very patient. She played with the little girl, making her laugh several times. But whenever the girl tried to take off her mask, she dodged skillfully.

“Xin’er, be good. Go back to your room and play with your toys. Mommy has something to talk about with this big sister.” Kuai Shou’s voice was trembling. The girl didn’t notice and obediently nodded, hopping back to her room. Kuai Shou watched her with deep sadness and reluctance.

The two women sat silently across the table, staring at each other for a long time. Finally, Kuai Shou spoke.

“As you can see, I’m just an ordinary mother now. I have a family, a job, and a child.”

Ying Sha stayed quiet, her gaze cold.

“I’ve already cut ties with everything from the past, so—”

“Enough!” Ying Sha interrupted, her voice still low. “When you heard that Hell had been destroyed by me, you should have known—I would track down every single person who was part of that operation!”

Kuai Shou said nothing and tightened her grip on her knife.

Ying Sha felt restless. She had only known that Kuai Shou had cleaned up her past and was now living like a normal person. She hadn’t expected her to have a child.

“You should’ve known that as long as I’m alive, I will come for revenge.” Ying Sha’s voice softened. “Now you’re begging me, but back then? What about Orange’s family? When I begged you, did you listen? You knew this day would come, yet you still chose to have a child. The one putting her in danger isn’t me—it’s you, a mother who won’t take responsibility.”

Whether it was an argument or a matter of pride, Ying Sha had always been used to doing things her way.

“You should know—Ying Sha always pays her debts.”
Her voice was heavy, every word forced from the tightness in her throat.