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CHAPTER FIVE ( The Impossible Feat Of Saying Sorry )
SOMETHING SOUR TWISTS in Daiyu's gut. She knows the action is wrong, but her fists clench all the same. She is too used to the senseless wars between groups, where even the sharpest tongue makes for a better weapon than a knife.
Daiyu hates that the action makes her feel guilty. She doesn't have anything to be guilty of. Is it so wrong of her to protect herself? Why must everyone watch her as though she is nothing more than her fists?
It is second nature — The teen's face beneath Daiyu's fist, the carnal rage that simmers from the deepest pits of her stomach. It is that which makes Zhao Daiyu that little girl who yearns for a mother she has never met, because her father says that he sees her in Daiyu.
The looks that pierce through her iron hide are tougher than any wound. They bite and tear at her skin, condemning Daiyu for her lack of humanity in a world where all that matters is just that.
Han Seojun watches silently, a cold shower of goosebumps prickling his skin. Beside him, Seyeon is close to tears, brows furrowed and honey-brown eyes pooled with unshed tears. Suho looks away.
They cannot do anything, because Daiyu has the boy's hair in a bunch around her fingers, staring him down as he bleeds from his crooked nose.
Han Seojun forgets. He forgets that he is only intimidating when it comes to losers. He has never met anyone who is as crazy as Zhao Daiyu, and he doesn't think he wants to again.
But he finds himself wishing to step in, if not simply to smear more blood on that bastard's slimy face.
DAIYU MISSES THE adrenaline rush in the same way she misses sprinting the alleyways of Guangzhou with a group of people at her heels, spitting insults to her back and biting the wind.
She misses the deformity of skin beneath her knuckles and the terrified sobs of those who chose to wrong someone she knew. Daiyu misses it, but she can't go too far.
Eyes from every corner scour her body, as though trying to find more wrongs to expose. Daiyu shrinks into herself. The overhead lights blur her vision.
Ah.
She forgets that this is not home. She cannot dictate right from wrong because she knows nothing about anybody.
