Chapter 65: Why Does Shiya Still Fight Back with Her Heart Against the Young Lady?

Shiya had done it purely out of good intentions.

But the young lady, unaware of this, didn’t see it that way.

Seeing that the girl beneath her actually dared to rebel and even struck her, she took a deep breath and slammed her head down like a hammer on the girl’s chest.

Shiya let out a muffled groan, her neck stiffening as her pale golden eyes narrowed.

Xiao Li’aonula did not let things go so easily.

Her small hands gripped the girl’s shoulders, cheeks puffed up as she silently gathered strength, preparing to land another headbutt.

Shiya’s forehead broke out in sweat.

She raised her wrist to block Xiao Li’aonula’s hands that were gripping her shoulders.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t budge the young lady, who was much smaller than her.

As the older sister, this was honestly a little embarrassing.

Seeing that the young lady’s next heart-pounding strike was about to land, Shiya gritted her teeth and steeled herself.

She covered her own softness with both hands and buried the young lady’s small head inside.

The girl’s frustrated whimper sounded in her ears.

But Shiya had already gone all in, completely throwing caution to the wind.

She bounced her softness a little, pressing the center of gravity onto the back of the young lady’s head.

For a moment, Xiao Li’aonula stopped moving entirely.

The girl almost thought she had suffocated.

She quickly loosened her hold just a bit and let the young lady’s head out.

Xiao Li’aonula, now a little limp, lifted her head.

That indescribable warmth, that fragrant, soft sensation still lingered in her heart.

When her shifting gaze met the girl’s autumn-water eyes, her nose suddenly felt hot.

The girl’s eyes were dazed.

Just as she reached up to hide that hint of embarrassment, it was already too late.

Watching the young lady who had turned red with shame, tears spinning in her eyes, starting to look a little wronged—

Shiya, who was not completely clueless and understood the absurd thing she had just done, awkwardly turned her face away.

But in the end, she gently used the clean bedding to wipe the warmth from Xiao Li’aonula’s nose.

Shiya sat up, coughed twice, and looked down as she stroked the beautiful maple-red hair.

Xiao Li’aonula slapped her hand away in a bit of a sulk, jumped off the bed, and crouched on the floor with her back to Shiya, wrapping her arms around her knees.

“Take it if you want, you stealing bad woman.”

“Young lady, I promise you.”

As she made that promise, the girl’s gaze dropped.

“After we escape, I’ll give you back the medical record.”

Everything that had happened to the young lady—whether it was losing her memory of their first meeting or the strange curse that caused death the moment she recalled the past—

All of it bothered Shiya deeply.

But as the only person Xiao Li’aonula could rely on now, she had to put on a brave face and crack a small joke.

“Okay, young lady, today we’re totally acting like miners. If we don’t run…”

Shiya paused mid-sentence.

She had originally meant to say, “we’ll be caught and made to work double.”

But compared to that silly joke,

clearly worse consequences awaited them.

Or rather… right at hand.

CRASH!

The infirmary door exploded with a thunderous noise.

Wood splinters flew everywhere, and the entire door panel collapsed in an instant.

After heavy footsteps came a sound that made one’s scalp crawl:

The scraping of metal blades against the floor.

Shiya finally came face to face with the enforcer that the workers had always talked about in fearful whispers.

What kind of twisted face was that?

A thick goat beard covered almost half his face.

His dead-white eyeballs stared straight at Shiya, with blue-purple intertwined veins clearly visible around his eye sockets.

The moment they met, there wasn’t even a single word of nonsense.

A long-handled bone blade gleamed coldly as it shot straight for Shiya’s neck.

The cold light flashed, stinging Shiya’s eyes.

But, as if she had anticipated it, she rolled up the bedding from the hospital bed behind her and swung it, covering half of the killer’s body along with the deadly slender blade.

Taking the chance, Shiya grabbed Xiao Li’aonula, ducked, and brushed past the killer.

Facing the escape exit of the infirmary right in front of her,

she pushed the young lady out with all her strength.

“Run!”

Simultaneously with her shout came the sound of cloth being easily sliced open.

Then the cold blade instantly cut through Shiya’s back.

Blood splattered.

The wound was so deep that her pale spine was faintly visible.

Shiya grunted and fell, enduring the intense pain.

She knew she couldn’t give up.

Xiao Li’aonula hadn’t gotten far yet.

So, her face almost bloodless, she struggled to turn around, grabbed a nearby IV stand, and swung it at the killer.

A fierce wind howled as the metal stand sliced through the air with a series of harsh scraping sounds.

Before the IV stand could even leave her hand, it was chopped in two.

How foolish.

She had put herself in danger just so someone else could live.

Only then did Shiya realize what she had done: she had placed herself in jeopardy for another’s survival.

But when the killer twisted his wrist and the narrow bone blade thrust toward her,the girl still didn’t try to escape.

Instead, she instinctively reached out her palm, futilely trying to catch the blade.

The result was that the tip of the blade pierced straight through her palm.

Shiya couldn’t help but scream in agony.

The killer’s pale pupils flashed with excitement as he tried to pull the blade out and deliver a fatal stab to the girl’s neck.

He pulled hard.

The blade trembled violently but did not budge at all.

It was stuck in her palm bone.

The end of the long blade was firmly held by the girl, or rather, caught in the bones of her hand.

As the blade was dragged back and forth, the broken bone bits scraped against the flesh.

Shiya’s eyes turned red.

The intense pain was like a nail driven into her brain, making every nerve in her body tremble and scream.

She kept gasping for air.

Large streams of physiological tears flowed freely, soaking her cheeks.

At this moment, the most rational choice would have been to give up struggling to reduce the pain,

then wait for death.

But Shiya, as if sensing something, raised her other hand and gripped the blade tightly.

She let the sharp edge tear a horrible bloody gash across her originally fair palm.

She had pushed the girl away and bought her so much time;

The young lady should have run quite a distance by now.

Yet Shiya still felt something and called out softly, “Leonora!”

The moment her voice fell, a small figure lunged at the killer who was still struggling with Shiya.

With a fruit knife she had found somewhere in the infirmary, she stabbed it straight into—

the man’s two eyeballs.

Like a demon, she stabbed again and again, until blood dyed the girl’s entire body.

The killer’s twisted face also became a mess of flying flesh, exposing the red muscle underneath.

Now blind, the killer roared and let go of the long blade, swinging a fist in Xiao Li’aonula’s general direction.

The fist wind surged, but blind as he was, he misjudged the position completely.

Xiao Li’aonula coldly stabbed another knife into his lower abdomen,

then dodged nimbly before the fist came back.

Thus, relying on her small frame, she kept weaving around the killer in the cramped infirmary.

The fruit knife in her hand stabbed and pulled out again and again, adding one wound after another to the man.

Until the whole tile floor was stained with a thick pool of blood.

The dying killer finally found an opportunity.

As Xiao Li’aonula stabbed in again, he punched her in the abdomen.

The next instant, Xiao Li’aonula flew like a kite with a broken string and slammed heavily into the wall.