Lin Xuan frowned.
Once could be a coincidence, twice could be a coincidence, but a third time? That couldn’t possibly be a coincidence anymore.
Someone must have caught them and left them outside the house.
On this island, there were only him and her.
Could it be… that she was the one sending these things?
Lin Xuan’s mind conjured up Su Hua’s icy face, her expression filled with aloofness.
But would someone as cold as her secretly bring him things?
To get to the bottom of it, he woke up at four in the morning and dug a small hole in the wall of the cabin.
He peered through the hole, keeping watch.
Whenever drowsiness threatened to overtake him, he pinched his thigh hard to stay awake.
By six in the morning,
a faint sound of footsteps reached his ears.
She’s here.
Finally!
Lin Xuan, who had been nodding off, jolted awake and fixed his gaze outside through the hole.
Soon,
a tall, graceful woman appeared. Her aura exuded an indescribable chill, and even though her clothes were slightly tattered, they couldn’t conceal her noble bearing.
In her hand, she held a gray wild rabbit, its ears drooping—clearly unconscious.
Without a flicker of emotion, she tossed the rabbit onto the ground and turned to leave.
Lin Xuan: “!!!”
He’d guessed right—it really was her!
She had explicitly said they owed each other nothing and told him not to follow her. Yet here she was, secretly bringing him food.
Was she the type who hid warmth beneath a cold exterior?
Just then, the woman, who had been walking away, suddenly stopped and glanced back at the cabin.
He didn’t know how to hunt.
If she didn’t bring him something, he’d probably starve soon.
What a nuisance.
Su Hua frowned.
In the past, she never dwelled on the people she’d helped. So why did she care whether he lived or died?
She pressed a hand to her chest.
This feeling… she didn’t like it.
She didn’t want anything to weigh on her heart. Once she started caring, it would become a weakness.
Fine. She wouldn’t bother with him anymore.
On the fourth night,
Su Hua woke up early as usual. Out of habit, she reached for her hunting tools, ready to head into the mountains to catch something for Lin Xuan.
But just as her fingers brushed the tools, she froze.
Her lips pressed into a thin line.
She shouldn’t interfere.
Su Hua returned to bed, but this time, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Lin Xuan’s face kept flashing in her mind.
If she didn’t bring him food, would he starve?
He had saved her once…
She glanced at the sky outside. If she went hunting now, she could still deliver the catch before he woke up.
Su Hua grabbed her tools and headed into the mountains.
For the next few days,
Su Hua never missed a day, continuing to bring Lin Xuan food.
Until the seventh night.
The island’s tranquility was shattered by the sharp cracks of gunfire.
Lin Xuan jolted awake at the sound.
“Bang—bang—bang—” The shots kept coming.
That’s… gunfire!
Is she alright?
Without hesitation, Lin Xuan rushed out of the cabin and sprinted toward the source of the noise. There, he saw the woman standing over a burly man, her foot planted firmly on his chest.
The man clutched his stomach, blood seeping through his fingers—a gunshot wound.
He glared up at the woman, who looked like a vengeful specter, and shouted, “Su Hua, you dare kill me? Don’t forget, I’m your uncle! If word gets out that you murdered your own flesh and blood, do you think the world won’t condemn you?”
“My uncle?” Su Hua’s lips curled. “So what?”
“You’re the one who called me a heartless monster. Did you really think I’d spare you just because we share blood?”
Family?
Hah. To her, it meant nothing.
Anyone who crossed her… would die.
Su Fang trembled.
How could he have forgotten? This woman was a ruthless beast, utterly indifferent to morality or reputation.
His lips quivered as he pleaded, “Niece… Hua’er, I was wrong! I’ll never oppose you again. I’ll even help you become the head of the Su family! Just spare me—my life is yours. If you don’t believe me, I’ll swear it!”
“I, Su Fang, swear to the heavens that from this day forth, I will obey Su Hua’s every command without betrayal. If I break this oath, may my lineage end, my death be wretched, and my soul suffer eternally in hell!”
Su Hua’s beautiful eyes remained cold and unmoved.
“Niece…” Su Fang forced a servile smile. “Well? Do you… believe me now?”
Survival was all that mattered.
Who cared whom he served?
Su Hua was formidable. If she became the family head, he might even benefit.
“Heh—”
Su Hua let out a low laugh. She crouched down, pressing a bloodied knife to Su Fang’s throat.
“Niece, uh… have you decided?” Su Fang didn’t dare move.
“You want to serve me?” Su Hua arched a brow.
“Yes!” He nodded frantically.
“Too late.”
A chilling smile spread across her lips. With a swift motion, she drove the blade deep into his neck. Blood gushed out, splattering across her face.
“You—!” Su Fang’s eyes bulged in shock.
He had sworn loyalty, yet she still killed him.
“Su Hua… you’re… merciless.”
With those final words, he collapsed, lifeless.
But Su Hua wasn’t done.
She hadn’t killed in a long time—this was her chance to indulge.
She wouldn’t let it end so easily.
Methodically, she carved into Su Fang’s corpse—slicing off his fingers, gouging out his eyes, severing his ears.
The ground around the body was a gruesome pool of blood.
By the time she finished, Su Fang was unrecognizable.
Su Hua’s lips curled in satisfaction.
Her bloodstained eyes gleamed with exhilaration—the thrill of the kill.
Lin Xuan swallowed hard.
Who would’ve thought someone so elegant could be so brutal?
Su Hua sensed his presence.
Her eyes narrowed dangerously.
So, a witness had slipped through.
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