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:

spotted it instantly–and

it open in one fluid motion, her tone calm but laced with steel. “Didn’t you say you were going to kill me? Go on–try. Let’s see who kills

“You’ll pay for this!”

face twisted

heart–brave when others cowered,

resistance.

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Lily kept taking their abuse without a word, they’d only

in her hand, glaring murderously, daring them

into fear. When Lily took a step forward,

hesitated too. Nobody dared throw

ganging up on me means no one

the light. “Well, try it. If someone dies today, let’s

doesn’t

if they assaulted her, the worst they’d get was a slap on the wrist. That

now she held a

be no “law doesn’t punish the crowd.”

love playing judge when it’s safe. Love the

second their own safety

they were afraid Lily might snap. That they’d be stabbed. That

Put that knife

long–faced girl shouted again, backing away,

“Can you read minds? How do you know I’m not actually insane? What happens if a diagnosed lunatic kills you?

“You’re seriously mentally ill?”

into the

Stay away from

filth, but her smile

to this miserable state and still… she

doubt. What if she really was

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