The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 21 All the Righteous Clowns Are Afraid of Blood

Half a cup of milk tea slammed onto Lily’s head. The cheap plastic cup split open, and the sticky drink poured down over her, blurring her vision.

Rotten eggs followed–one after another, hitting her squarely on the shoulders, back, and chest.

Someone even spat on her.

The crowd’s scolding and physical assault made the chill in Lily’s body cut deeper.

She hugged herself tightly as she felt the stinking garbage thudding against her skin. For a moment, it was like she’d been transported back to over four years ago–to that dark time when she was bullied.

Back then, she was helpless, isolated, and terrified. No matter how hard she fought, she couldn’t save herself.

But even if she couldn’t crush the mountains pressing down on her, she had vowed one thing: as long as she could still breathe, she would never bow to the cruelty and injustice of this world.

“I am not a homewrecker!”

Seeing the long–faced girl who had thrown trash at her lift another rotten egg, Lily struck.

She snatched the girl’s tote bag and upended it–dumping every bit of trash it held right over the girl’s head.

“Elsa is the real homewrecker! You have no right to lecture me!”

The girl had felt righteous tossing things at Lily.

But the moment Lily retaliated, she screamed like a banshee. “You bitch! How dare you throw garbage at me?! I’ll kill you!”

“You started it, slut. Why wouldn’t I dare?”

Lily wasn’t fazed by her empty threats.

As fate would have it, the girl’s tote bag contained a folding fruit knife:

it instantly–and

tone calm but laced with steel. “Didn’t you say you were going

“You’ll pay for this!”

girl’s face

were always bullies at heart–brave when others cowered, but pathetic when faced

resistance.

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their abuse without a word, they’d only have gotten bolder, throwing

With a knife in her hand, glaring murderously,

Lily took a step forward, knife firm in her

too. Nobody dared

up on me means no one will

sneered, waving the blade just enough to glint in the light. “Well, try it. If someone dies today, let’s see how

doesn’t punish

they’d get was a slap on the wrist. That

she held

bled–or died–there’d be no “law doesn’t punish the

the high of bullying others under the banner of

second their own safety is

snap. That they’d be stabbed. That they’d go

Put that

long–faced girl shouted again, backing away, trying to

you read minds? How do you know I’m not actually insane? What happens if a diagnosed lunatic kills you? Will I go to prison–or walk

“You’re seriously mentally ill?”

crept into

insane! Stay

was stained with filth, but her

miserable state

What if she really

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