The Villain Doesn’t Want To Date the Cute Heroine - The Villain Doesn’t Want To Date the Cute Heroine chapter 93

93 The Incomplete Truth

By the time Wu Liang sat down in the classroom again, it was already around two in the afternoon.

Ning Shuang had spoken with him for over an hour, taking up all his lunch break.

So after saying goodbye to Ning Shuang, Wu Liang returned to the classroom and lay his head on the desk for a brief rest.

A plethora of information needed sorting, especially the past Ning Shuang had shared with him not long ago, which he found particularly concerning.

Although Ning Shuang repeatedly reminded herself at the farewell that this was only her friend’s story, hoping she wouldn’t take it to heart.

But who would believe such a lame excuse? Ning Shuang has always had her own way of fabricating friends.

“A murderer, huh…”

Wu Liang lay on the desk, resting his head on his forearm and turned his face towards the window.

The word ‘murderer’ lingered long in Wu Liang’s mind.

According to Ning Shuang, she had killed a teacher in the classroom during her middle school days.

When bringing up this matter, Wu Liang could clearly sense the fear emanating from Ning Shuang’s heart.

Her trembling body at the time, her frantic emotions, or her uneasy expressions.

Without exception, they all told Wu Liang that Ning Shuang was still bound by the murder from her past, unable to break free.

“…”

Feeling somewhat headache, Wu Liang stretched out his left hand and silently looked at the red marks on his knuckles.

His heart felt like a bottle of mixed emotions had been overturned, pushing Ning Shuang to such a state…

Recalling the scene when Ning Shuang had previously recounted the past to him, Wu Liang now felt a pang of sympathy for her.

Ning Shuang was like someone afraid of losing something, desperately holding onto his left hand, not daring to let go.

So much so that Ning Shuang herself hadn’t realized how strong her grip was, surprising Wu Liang at the time.

“No wonder she had me sit next to her…”

Wu Liang murmured as he massaged his numb left hand.

Ning Shuang’s grip was actually quite strong, to have left his hand in such a state.

Opening his palm, it cracked audibly, and Wu Liang smiled bitterly.

That girl had such severe psychological shadows from her past, which is why she was so scared.

“But to admit that Ning Shuang is a murderer… I’m not willing to accept that…”

Wu Liang squinted his eyes and whispered. He didn’t believe Ning Shuang was a murderer.

Nor did he believe that Ning Shuang had personally killed the male teacher she spoke of; Ning Shuang didn’t have the guts for that.

Although Ning Shuang hadn’t detailed the process to him, merely mentioning that the teacher ended up dead under her knife.

But he was certain that something unknown must have happened then, leading to the truth being buried.

“Ning Shuang probably didn’t fully describe the scene to me.”

Wu Liang rubbed his hair in irritation. There were significant gaps in the story Ning Shuang told.

Whether it was the beginning, the middle, or the end of the story, it felt like something was missing.

It had a disjointed feel, and logically, some things didn’t add up.

“My friend saw a teacher in the classroom after school, holding a dagger with a sinister smile.”

“That teacher, upon seeing her, seemed like he had found his long-awaited prey and lunged at her with the dagger like a madman.”

“It was only later that she realized her teacher was the serial killer constantly reported in the news.”

“She wanted to run, but in front of a murder-addicted killer, her legs had already gone weak from fear.”

“Her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, her strength drained, moving even a step seemed like a luxury.”

“She cried out loudly for help, but no one responded; she pleaded, kept pleading, hoping the teacher wouldn’t hurt her, wouldn’t kill her.”

“But her pleas in front of the killer were as futile as a sheep begging a hungry wolf.”

“The teacher raised the dagger and approached her, intending to dismember her into countless pieces.”

“But she didn’t want to be killed just like that; she had many things she wanted to do, she didn’t want to die here for no reason.”

“The teacher’s ferocious face in front of her was like a demon, making her terrified, as if what stood before her was not a human, but a beast that had lost all reason.”

“The fear from within, coupled with the instinct to survive, gave her an astonishing willpower.”

“So she fought back, she resisted fiercely, not knowing where she got the strength to desperately fight back.”

“Her mind had gone blank at that moment, with only the thought of survival remaining.”

“When she came to her senses again, she found several cuts on her body, not severe, but the intense pain still stimulated her nerves.”

“When she looked in front of her, she saw the crimson blade had pierced the teacher’s heart; the teacher who wanted to kill her had already fallen into a pool of blood, breathless.”

“Since that day, she has been subjected to criticism, ‘murderer’ becoming her nickname.”

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Everything familiar around her had changed, everyone had abandoned her, the friends she was close with every day, even her family.

Everyone looked at her with eyes filled with panic and fear. In the years that followed, she would dream every day of a teacher, covered in blood with a ferocious face, calling out her name.

Under the collapse of her inner world and the influence of external factors, she finally broke down. She wanted to commit suicide, to end it all with death, but ultimately gave up because of her cowardice…

Wu Liang closed his eyes, sorting through what Ning Shuang had said.

Because she had accidentally killed someone, it became her inner demon.

Not only could she not break free from it, but it became the shackles that bound her.

It was Han Yu who brought up the matter, so Ning Shuang’s psychological defenses collapsed.

“Can’t step out of this psychological shadow…”

Wu Liang murmured softly, because Han Yu had inadvertently mentioned the matter of the murderer.

This caused the memories that Ning Shuang had sealed deep within her heart and was unwilling to recall to resurface.

Blood, murderer, the dim and lightless classroom, all sorts of memories reemerged before Ning Shuang’s eyes.

The bloody scene from the past, like a nightmare, entwined around Ning Shuang’s heart, unforgettable.

“But that guy… seems like he didn’t tell me the whole story…”

Slowly opening her eyes and looking out the window, Ning Shuang had only told herself part of the story.

Why would he think that? Because the story Ning Shuang told had too many loopholes…