The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

"An Suxue, what's wrong with you? How many times has this happened this semester? Huh? Why did you hit someone again?"

In the office, the teacher sat at her desk, looking at the four girls in front of her.

Xia Qing stood at the very edge, her school uniform zipper torn open, revealing her shirt underneath, which was also wrinkled and torn. Her ponytail, which had been tied up, was also pulled apart and was now loosely draped over her shoulders in a messy manner.

She had several red marks on her face, her mouth was cut and bleeding, and there was a small bruise on her cheekbone.

It hurts a lot; my face is burning, and the areas on my arms and legs where I was scratched are throbbing.

But Xia Qing didn't cry; she just kept her mouth shut, tilted her head back, and looked at the teacher.

Beside her were three girls who were crying uncontrollably.

Their clothes were also a bit messy, but they weren't as disheveled as Xia Qing.

Their injuries were limited to one eye being swollen, another having a bleeding nose, and the third, who was pointing to several scratches on her arm from her fingernails and crying the loudest.

They looked like victims, weak, pitiful, and helpless.

Xia Qing glanced at them, then looked at the teacher in front of her, but still didn't say anything to explain; she just stood there.

She knew what they would say: An Suxue would start by cursing, An Suxue would push her, and An Suxue would rush over and hit them like a madwoman.

She also knew what the consequences would be if she said, "They surrounded me, stole my things, called me crazy, and even hit me first."

it's useless.

She's too lazy to explain anymore.

Because she tried, more than once, but what was the result?

The result is that the teacher will look at the girls crying their eyes out, then look at herself who is clearly stronger, and conclude, "No matter what, hitting someone is wrong! Look what you've done to your classmate! An Suxue, call your parents over!"

Yes, it doesn't matter who strikes first. It doesn't matter who utters the first harsh words.

The important thing is that they cry, but I don't.

The important thing is that they can't beat themselves, so they look even more miserable.

The important thing is that, in the eyes of everyone present, including the teacher in front of them, this girl who always keeps to herself, has a strange look in her eyes, fluctuates in her grades, and sometimes talks to herself, is still the root of the problem.

So, Xia Qing shut her mouth.

Although it hurt a lot, she couldn't cry.

For those people, tears are weapons, evidence of their past feigned weakness.

And her weapon is: if you bully me again, I'll beat you up.

Fortunately, her parents still believed in her. Whenever something like this happened, her mother would hold her and apply medicine to her, while her father would lash out at the teacher in the office.

Xia Qing knows her parents. It might sound strange, but from the first time she woke up and saw them, she knew they were her parents.

However, her memories of her childhood are vague. Despite her efforts to recall them, she still can't remember anything when looking at childhood photos.

She didn't know if other children were like this, but she herself had no recollection of how she became her parents' child.

At that time, she did not understand what dissociative identity disorder was. She just vaguely felt that every time she slept, she would sleep for a long time, and her body would sleepwalk to many places.

And every time I'm suddenly woken up, it's a time when I need to fight back.

And then, this is how things turned out.

Although similar incidents kept happening and rumors at school kept spreading, her parents eventually withdrew her from school and hired several teachers to provide her with one-on-one tutoring at home.

She no longer needs to wake up and first decide whether or not she needs to throw a punch, but her personality has become solidified through her previous counterattacks.

She is direct, assertive, dislikes beating around the bush, and has clear likes and dislikes.

She believed that only if she was strong enough could she protect this body and those others... whom she vaguely knew existed but didn't understand.

Despite her strong personality, she is still a girl, a girl who might drift off into a daze when watching romantic scenes on television.

She had imagined more than once in her mind that she would hold hands with the person she loved in front of everyone and hear him say "I do".

She also wanted to stand beside Ye Shu openly and honestly, under the name Xia Qing, and stay with him forever.

But the reality is that, legally, there is only one name that can be with Ye Shu: An Suxue.

Xia Qing lay on her side on the bed, using the light coming in from the window to look at Ye Shu, who was fast asleep beside her.

She was just putting Ye Shu in a difficult position. Given Ye Shu's personality, he definitely wanted to be fair and impartial, and didn't want anyone to suffer any injustice.

Xia Qing understood the dilemma, so when Ye Shu said that Xiao Xue had also agreed, her initial joy quickly faded, and a thought immediately came to mind.

In this complicated situation, someone always has to make concessions.

Let her come then.

After all, I am their older sister; after all, I am used to being hurt; after all, I have never cried since I was a child.

So she quietly folded up her childhood image of a bride.

It wasn't that she didn't want it, but rather that she didn't want to put Ye Shu in a difficult position.

We don't need many people, we don't need any ceremony, just the two of them, and all we need is for you to love me.

This was the best choice she could make; it was her own decision.

Ye Shu's love is real, and that's enough, really enough...

Thinking of this, Xia Qing lowered her head, rested her forehead on Ye Shu's arm, and closed her eyes.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, disappearing into her temples. She bit her lip, suppressing all sound.

These tears are not for regret, nor for grievance, but only for the regret that Xia Qing had deliberately hidden away.

Once it's over, it'll be fine.