Starting with a Breakup: Why Is the True Heiress My Possessive Ex? - Chapter 67

Faintly…

The melody of an opera echoed through the air.

Interwoven with it was gentle, intermittent laughter.

The voices drifted in and out unpredictably, making it impossible to tell who was singing.

Some were shrill.

Some were deep.

Some were old.

Some were young.

Though countless voices overlapped, they never sounded chaotic.

At any given moment, only one voice would sing.

There was no instrumental accompaniment.

Only flawless, haunting a cappella.

Su Qingya paid no attention to any of it.

She plunged straight through the membrane-like tear in space.

Xiao Ge reached out instinctively, trying to stop her.

But he was one step too late.

Su Qingya vanished before his fingertips could reach her.

Unable to wait for Leng Xiao any longer…

Xiao Ge grabbed his Fluxweapon and followed her inside.

…

Su Qingya had no idea where she had arrived.

Everywhere she looked…

There were crimson walls.

Layers of scarlet silk draped over them like wallpaper.

Under the dim lighting…

They looked less like fabric…

and more like blood slowly seeping down the walls.

Although she had clearly seen the stage from outside…

The moment she entered…

Everything changed.

A corridor stretched before her.

Another corridor lay behind her.

They looked exactly the same.

There was no way to distinguish one from the other.

She could only follow the direction of the singing.

The intermittent opera echoed like a beacon…

guiding her forward.

Yet…

No matter how fast she ran…

The voices never seemed any closer.

They remained just as distant as before.

The black mist surrounding her body grew thicker.

It continuously seeped out from within her.

[Fear Value: 91%]

Scarlet words slowly appeared across Su Qingya’s arm.

When she reached out to touch them…

They crumbled into dust and scattered away.

She paid them no attention.

Her mind had already been consumed by overwhelming panic.

She couldn’t think rationally anymore.

Countless thoughts flooded her consciousness.

Where did Niannian go?

Why did my ability bring me here?

Is Niannian here too?

Is the singing coming from where she is?

Is she… in danger?

She was attacked just last night…

How could I leave her outside alone?

What if…

What if Niannian is killed?

What if I never get to see her again?

Her body will decay…

Her appearance will disappear…

Even my memories of her will slowly fade…

No matter how desperately I try to remember…

I’ll only be left with endless loneliness.

“No…”

“This can’t happen…”

[Fear Value: 92%]

Su Qingya grabbed her hair tightly.

Her expression twisted in agony.

The black aura surrounding her became even denser.

She lifted the chainsaw in her hands.

Without hesitation…

She slashed toward the wall in the direction of the singing.

To her surprise…

The seemingly solid wall was actually torn apart.

Realizing it worked…

She frantically carved through it, piece by piece.

The voices…

They were getting closer.

Closer.

She had to know…

What was happening there.

She had to find Niannian.

Just as the opera finally seemed within reach—

The wall before her suddenly transformed into a crimson curtain.

She immediately sliced it apart with her chainsaw.

The scarlet fabric split open.

Behind it…

The true stage finally revealed itself.

There was already an audience.

Su Qingya immediately spotted Xiao Ge.

He stood in the front row.

His eyes remained fixed on the lone performer on stage.

His expression was unreadable.

The actor upon the stage changed continuously.

One moment…

A tall young man.

The next…

A hunched old man.

Then…

A kind elderly woman.

Followed by…

A beautiful young girl.

Their appearances kept changing.

Only one thing never changed.

Every one of them smiled.

Every one of them spoke with exactly the same tone.

Su Qingya froze.

She stared blankly at the bizarre performance unfolding before her.

Not knowing what she should do.

[Fear Value: 93%]

Her eyes never left the actor.

Could that… be Niannian?

For some reason…

The figure felt strangely familiar.

Suddenly…

She remembered.

Xu Nian had once performed a short opera scene for her.

Although it had only been a brief, improvised performance…

She still remembered it clearly.

At the time…

She had asked Xu Nian to perform something properly.

Xu Nian had shyly refused.

Saying what she had learned was too fragmented.

But…

Su Qingya knew.

Xu Nian wasn’t incapable.

She was simply embarrassed.

Su Qingya instinctively stepped toward the stage.

Xiao Ge immediately noticed her movement.

Turning around…

He saw the thick black mist enveloping her body.

Without hesitation—

He threw a punch.

The strength of a Four-Star Wrath Path Fluxweaver erupted instantly.

His fist was aimed directly at Su Qingya.

Yet…

He had deliberately held back.

He knew Su Qingya had already entered a berserk state.

Unlike Leng Xiao…

He had no way to forcibly awaken her mind.

The only method available to a Wrath Path Fluxweaver…

was violence.

Just then…

He noticed something.

Confusion…

mixed with a trace of clarity…

still lingered in Su Qingya’s eyes.

His punch suddenly shifted direction.

Boom!

It smashed a nearby chair into splinters.

“You still have consciousness?”

“…Consciousness?”

Su Qingya looked at him blankly.

Like someone whose soul had already wandered elsewhere.

She couldn’t even hold a normal conversation.

“…Not completely.”

Xiao Ge slowly lowered his fist.

He recalled what Chen Qiu had once taught.

When someone entered berserk mode…

Their emotions completely seized control.

They no longer acted according to logic.

Only according to instinct.

Su Qingya ignored him.

She walked straight toward the stage.

“Don’t go over there!”

Xiao Ge rushed forward to stop her.

But—

The condensed black mist surrounding Su Qingya instantly forced him backward.

Left with no choice…

He gathered his anger once again.

Planning to break through with sheer force.

Yet…

Before he could move—

Su Qingya had already appeared on the stage.

Like a phantom.

Like a ghost.

No one could understand how she had moved.

One moment she stood below…

The next…

She was already beside the actor.

“Xu Nian…”

“Is that you?”

Su Qingya asked softly, her voice trembling.

The performer paid no attention whatsoever.

She remained immersed in her own performance.

Completely isolated from the outside world.

No matter how noisy everything became…

She simply continued acting.

Until…

The play finally reached its end.

The performer slowly turned around.

The constantly changing face finally settled into one familiar appearance.

Xu Nian.

She quietly looked at the terrified Su Qingya.

The moment she recognized that face…

The fear inside Su Qingya instantly subsided.

[Fear Value: 72%]

But—

Without warning…

Xu Nian drew a dagger from her sleeve.

She did not point it toward Su Qingya.

Instead…

She slowly placed the blade against her own throat.

A bright smile bloomed across her face.

She laughed happily.

Then…

She spun gracefully.

Blood scattered like blooming crimson flowers.

Petals drifting across the stage.

“Hahaha…”

Her laughter gradually became hoarse.

Finally…

Like a withered blossom…

She collapsed onto the scarlet stage.

The stage had already been dyed red.

Now…

Fresh blood spread across it…

making the crimson curtains even more vivid.

Su Qingya’s pupils contracted violently.

[Fear Value: 98%]