Along with the news was a picture of Sarah before she went crazy. She was dressed in a green blouse and white skirt, emanating a quiet elegance. Because the censoring in the picture was imperfect, even someone like Amber, who was relatively unfamiliar with her, could recognize that it was Sarah with one glance.
Amber carefully combed through the news. When Sarah had first started hunting for unaware people to kiss on the streets, many people had thought that this was a new hidden-camera-type game. Due to how pretty and fashionable she seemed, quite a few men took advantage of her, but when they let their guards down, she bit them.
Since none of her victims had known that she was infected with AIDS, no one had thought anything more of it. At most, they scolded her or smacked her away after being bitten.
That was, until this morning, when she was stopped by a “good-intentioned person” while she was roaming the streets. That person wanted to send her home, but while the two were tussling, she suddenly shouted that she was ill. Only then did someone call the police.
When the police arrived, they noticed that she seemed to be mentally unstable, and only then did they finally notify her relatives and call some psychiatrists from Presbiterian over.
Amber immediately sent the news article to Trysta and then called her. “Do you know anything about this?”
Trysta started laughing. “She’s not a particularly renowned person! How would I know what she’s been up to?”
“Trysta!”
“You’re suspecting me?” Trysta’s tone cooled down, as if she had become faintly agitated. “Then call the cops! See if they can catch me! And you’re probably unaware, but she called the cops on me the day she was confirmed to have AIDS. At that time, the police proclaimed me innocent, and all her accusations were tossed out as unfounded ones.
This is all a result of her wanting too badly to be Mrs. Yuval. In her hallucinations, she thought that I had hired someone to hurt her and that I killed someone. But now that she’s been sent over to you, isn’t that just more evidence for her insanity? She’s gone crazy and inflicted suffering on an untold number of people. What does that have to do with me?”
Amber fell silent, only saying slowly after a while, “If I’ve misunderstood you, then I apologize. However, I hope that you understand what you’re saying and what you’re doing. People always say that one should repay their debts and avenge their grievances. However, doing so in an uncontrollable fashion is simply evil with a motive.
Revenge is a poison. While it offers a temporary reprieve, it will inevitably lead to damnation. Trysta, in my heart, you’re the most perfect woman I know. You’re willing to love and hate freely, fiercely independent, intelligent, rational, but still gentle and kind.
We’ve been good friends for so many years, so I won’t suspect you. I’ll stand by your side to the end, but you have to love yourself. Don’t make me turn around in the end only to find that all the people by my side have vanished.”
Then Amber hung up without waiting for a response. She covered her face in agony and remained silent for a long stretch of time.
When Ian saw her, he rubbed against her a little. She ignored him, and then his hand directly reached into her clothes.
Amber forcefully stopped him. “Ian, I’m in a very bad mood right now.”
Ian obstinately replied, “I’m also feeling very bad. We should be rolling around in bed, but we’re currently wasting our time.”
“….”
Ian looked at her, and his face once again became the taunting expression of a far away god looking down at a stupid mortal. “What are you worrying about? You’re not the one who commited evil deeds, you’re not the one who harmed others, and if you couldn’t have stopped it or dealt with the aftermath, what’s there to worry about?”
As he said this, he pulled out a strip of paper. “What you should be worrying about right now is that you haven’t tested yourself today, and I very much dislike shooting it outside!”
“….”
Ian was already hugging her again and trying to pry her clothes off. Amber noticed that his movements were surprisingly gentle, and as she continued to hold onto his hand, she hesitatingly asked, “Ian … are you trying to console me?”
His hands stilled for a moment, and then he fiercely yelled, “Shut up!” before he kissed her.
But on that day, he really didn’t go at her too ferociously. For the most part, they hugged and silently cuddled in bed.
Even though he still ended up harassing her for most of the night, Amber was surprisingly touched by his thoughtful actions.
But just as she started feeling a little better, an unexpected person came to find her the next day.
Frank ….