Chapter 11: If You Die Here, I’ll Be Even More Afraid to Stay

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Qiu Yiyao’s heart jolted. “Dad, what’s going on?” Judging by the blood in the basin, the injury looked severe, yet Bai Peiyu’s expression was calm when he entered the room.

Qiu Shengming glanced back at the room, then pulled her toward the stairs. “It’s nothing. Don’t ask too many questions.”

“What are you all hiding from me?” Qiu Yiyao didn’t want to be kept in the dark, especially about something that could involve so many people.

Qiu Shengming’s tone turned stern as he carried the basin downstairs. “I said it’s nothing. Hurry down, and don’t come up here again unless necessary.”

He had never scolded Qiu Yiyao like that before. Even when she was mischievous or did poorly in school, he always coaxed her gently, never this harshly.

Qiu Yiyao felt deeply hurt. She shot a resentful glance toward the bedroom, said nothing more, and turned to go downstairs.

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The night was quiet, so still that the only sounds were the frogs croaking in the water tank behind the house and the chirping of crickets in the grass.

The rain had stopped, with only occasional droplets falling from the eaves, tapping softly on the windowsill.

Qiu Yiyao lay awake, staring at the ceiling—she couldn’t sleep.

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Bai Peiyu, covered in blood, reaching out to her with a strange, eerie laugh.

The scent in the room had faded, as if life itself was ebbing away, fragile as the breath of someone at death’s door.

An inexplicable unease settled in her heart.

Suddenly, a rustling noise accompanied by a groan pierced her ears.

Chills ran down Qiu Yiyao’s spine. She turned over and covered her head with the blanket, but the groaning grew clearer.

“Cough, cough, cough.”

Only when she heard the cough did she realize the groaning was coming from upstairs.

The guest room’s upstairs was Bai Peiyu’s room. Thinking of the basin of blood from earlier, Qiu Yiyao frowned. That guy must be writhing in pain on the bed right now.

Summoning her courage, she threw off the covers and quietly got out of bed. She crept to the window, where the groaning was unmistakably coming from upstairs.

Qiu Yiyao breathed a sigh of relief—it wasn’t something supernatural.

Yet she felt a pang of sympathy. Although she had complained and blamed him during the day, afraid he would bring trouble to her, this was still a human life. Qiu Shengming liked him very much; if something really happened, he would be devastated.

With that in mind, Qiu Yiyao mustered her courage, opened the door quietly, and tiptoed upstairs.

She knocked lightly on the door, but no one answered.

Turning the doorknob, she found it unlocked.

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Qiu Yiyao gently pushed the door open a crack. The room was pitch dark, not a single ray of light, and a cold breeze drifted in.

She muttered quietly, “The streetlight’s out at the worst possible time.”

Otherwise, she wouldn’t need to turn on the light to see inside, nor stumble around blindly like a bat.

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