What's wrong with being cold-blooded in the end times? Anyone who messes with my wife will die.

Fu Ying had a splitting headache when she got up.

The alarm clock on the table kept buzzing in her ears. She rubbed her brows hard, stood up, threw away the thin quilt, pulled open the curtains, and looked at the circular lake outside the window. Two rows of sycamore trees on the roadside cast heavy shadows on the ground.

Fu Ying watched quietly for a few seconds and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Five minutes later, she went out with a black backpack. In the corridor, several local girls were holding hands and chatting animatedly. Fu Ying squeezed past them and heard a few words. It seemed that there was a social gathering tonight.

"——Fu!"

When she was halfway down the stairs, someone called her from behind.

Fu Ying didn't look back, but the man had already put his arm around her shoulders and was casually shaking his fingers painted with red nail polish.

"There's a social gathering tonight, there are a lot of pretty girls." The girl had blonde hair and blue eyes, and was wearing a black suspender and a denim skirt. She had a pair of sunglasses that covered half of her face, and she smiled happily, "Would you like to go and ask one out?"

Fu Ying said expressionlessly, "If they need my help in a fight, I can ask for one."

The girl's name was Camille, a classmate of Fu Ying. She was very popular, fluent in multiple languages, could sing and draw, and was a big hit in the whole school. When Fu Ying was blocked by several racist girls, she happened to be nearby and rescued her in time.

Although it didn’t matter to Fu Ying whether she could help out or not, she knew how to teach her ignorant classmates a lesson anyway.

"Why do you always look like the world is going to explode in the next second?" Camille was puzzled. "You know, we are at the best age, and you are actually studying on weekends!"

Fu Ying pushed her hand away and said coldly, "I won't go to the social gathering. Goodbye."

Camille stamped her feet on the spot: "Fu!"

Fu Ying naturally didn't turn around to pay attention to her. He ate breakfast as usual, sat down in front of a big tree on the campus, and flipped through the crime suspense novel that he hadn't finished reading yesterday.

She read a few pages and felt that the discomfort in her head since she got up in the morning had not completely disappeared and there was still a dull pain. She touched her face and didn't feel any heat.

She hooked her fingertips around the rope around her neck and traced the line down, touching the cold ring. She held the ring in her hand and caught a glimpse of a couple sitting under a chestnut tree not far away.

This scene seemed somewhat familiar. Fu Ying frowned slightly, lowered her head to look at the warm luster of the ring, and slowly rubbed the smooth surface with her fingertips, transferring the warmth to the ring.

She felt a little anxious, as if her flesh and blood were being burned by fire, and her chest felt extremely stuffy and uncomfortable. Fu Ying pinched the ring, wondering if it was her mother's wronged spirit who couldn't bear to see the beast's comfortable life now, and was urging her to take revenge?

She suppressed her discomfort and put the ring away. When she looked up, she saw the couple under the chestnut tree hugging each other and biting each other, revealing their taut jawlines.

Fu Ying stared at the two people kissing, suppressing the anger rising in her heart. She didn't realize that she was hitting the grass beneath her with all her strength. Her finger bones were numb instantly, and when she raised her hand again, it was already red.

Why do I feel so bad? Fu Ying touched her chest and touched the gold ring. She took off the rope and held the ring and the rope in her palm.

She stared at the ring, as if she could find the key to solve her confusion in it.

After looking at it for a while, Fu Ying put the ring into her pocket. She had no intention of reading, so she put it away, carried her bag back to the dormitory, turned on the computer and did her homework.

In this way, at night, the campus became much more lively. Fu Ying lowered her head and scrolled through the videos on her phone when she suddenly received several group messages.

In the past, group messages were always in do not disturb mode. When she clicked on it, she found that she had been pulled into a chat group of a social gathering.

Fu Ying turned off her phone and threw it on the table, her thick black eyelashes drooping.

She sat quietly at the table, the dim light of the desk lamp shone on the book, casting a faint black shadow.

What the hell am I… annoyed about? She thought about this, and a sense of loss and emptiness rose in her body. She could only smile bitterly and cover her face.

……

"boom!"

At the social gathering, a light ball was hung in the center of the ceiling, and colorful beams of light intertwined, illuminating the men and women below who were dancing wildly to the rhythm of the music.

"Fu!"

When Fu Ying came in, almost no one saw her. Camille raised her hands and waved them vigorously. She was wearing a bright red dress and the makeup on her face made her look even more radiant. When Fu Ying walked over, the girls around Camille giggled and looked at her unscrupulously.

"You were able to invite her here?"

"Look at what she's wearing. She has no respect for the ball at all!"

"Ugly girls need beautiful clothes to change themselves." Camille responded bluntly, "Fu's face can make her steal everyone's attention."

The girls stared at Fu Ying's face. Some of them winked at her and gently extended their tender red tongues. The meaning was self-evident.

"Why did you change your mind?" Camille asked Fu Ying.

Fu Ying looked at the girl who "invited" her. Her emotions did not fluctuate at all, but her eyes flickered slightly and a blurry picture emerged in her mind.

"Fu Ying..."

She just stood there in shock.

Camille saw that she was dazed and looked at the girl in disbelief.

"Oh my god, Fu, you are not going to be tempted by this, are you?"

Fu Ying came back to his senses amid the girls' laughter, his face darkened, and he took a glass of lemonade from the bar, but did not drink it. Instead, he glanced back and forth at the men and women in the hall.

The girls came up to her and talked to her, but she ignored them.

The boy sitting next to her tried to strike up a conversation with her with a smile, but was discouraged by her cold and gloomy look and left after saying "You're so boring".

Fu Ying was drinking lemon juice. This cup didn't taste sour at all, but rather sweet, and was quite different from what she had drunk before.

Camille handed over a cigarette. Fu Ying glanced at it and was about to take it, but her fingertips somehow brushed across the surface of the filter and then bent.

Fu Ying looked down at her retracted fingertips and heard Camille ask in confusion, "What's wrong? Fu, is this the cigarette you often smoke?"

Fu Ying responded, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said, "I won't smoke today."

"Let's play a game, Fu," Camille said. "Everyone will join in. You'll like it, too."

Fu Ying held the cold cup and said casually, "Okay."

The crowd in the middle of the hall quickly dispersed and returned to their chairs or sofas. The person hosting the event took the microphone and introduced the game, while the others followed her and cheered passionately.

"Truth or dare! Truth or dare!"

What? It turns out to be Truth or Dare.

This is really boring.

Fu Ying leaned against the bar, took a glass of whiskey, poured it into the lemon juice glass, and thought idly.