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Xiao Pan pushed open the door, the effects of the medication making his steps unsteady. The corridor was quiet, filled only with the sound of his heavy breathing. His mind felt foggy, but one thought stood out clearly: Li Xiaoling had to pay for what she had done.
He stopped in front of the kitchen. Approaching the knife rack, he found several kitchen knives. He reached for the largest one, the blade sharp and glinting ominously in the dim light. "This will do," he thought, gripping the handle tightly as sweat formed in his palm.
Truthfully, he didn’t even know what he intended to do; he just felt that he couldn’t let things end like this. He needed to confront Li Xiaoling and show her that he was not someone to be easily bullied. As for the consequences, he couldn’t afford to think about them right now.
Holding the knife, Xiao Pan took slow, deliberate steps toward Li Xiaoling's room. With each step, his heartbeat quickened. When he reached her door, he paused. Through the crack, he could see that the light inside was still on.
"She probably thinks I’ll just accept things and leave quietly," Xiao Pan thought with a cold smile. "She’s underestimated me."
Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Li Xiaoling's voice came from inside, sounding somewhat impatient.
"It’s me," Xiao Pan replied, his voice trembling slightly.
"Why are you back?" Li Xiaoling's tone was icy. "Didn’t I make myself clear?"
"I have something to say," Xiao Pan tightened his grip on the knife.
After a few seconds, the door opened. Li Xiaoling stood there with a look of disdain on her face. She had changed into her pajamas and let her hair down, appearing ready for bed.
"What more is there to say?" she crossed her arms defiantly. "I’ve said everything I needed to."
Xiao Pan looked at her and suddenly felt that this woman was a stranger. For a year, he thought he understood her, but now he realized that he knew nothing at all.
"Are you really that heartless?" Xiao Pan's voice trembled, "It's been a year, Meiling, a whole year!"
Li Xiaoling rolled her eyes. "It's not like it's been ten or eight years. It's normal for young people to break up and get back together."
Xiao Pan felt as if he had been struck in the chest with a heavy blow. "I devoted myself wholeheartedly to you, and you call that normal?"
"That's your problem," Li Xiaoling replied coldly, her words cutting like a knife. "I never asked you to do that..."
Xiao Pan stared at her intensely, his eyes bloodshot. The effects of the sleeping pills made his emotions even more unstable, anger boiling within him like a volcano.
"Do you really not have any feelings left?" Xiao Pan asked one last time.
Li Xiaoling sneered. "That little thing in bed? Please, I've seen plenty of men."
Those words shattered Xiao Pan's last glimmer of hope. He felt his whole body trembling, not from fear but from rage.
"Fine, very well," Xiao Pan gritted his teeth and slowly pulled out the knife he had hidden behind him. "Since you're so heartless, don't blame me."
Li Xiaoling's expression changed slightly when she saw the knife, but she quickly regained her composure.
"What do you want to do?" Her voice remained calm, seemingly unafraid.
"I want to stab you," Xiao Pan raised the knife, pointing it at Li Xiaoling. "So you'll remember this."
As he said this, Xiao Pan tried to muster some courage. He had always been timid, too afraid even to kill a chicken.
Now, threatening Li Xiaoling with a knife was more about scaring her into begging for mercy, wanting her to recognize his strength.
But Li Xiaoling's reaction was completely unexpected.
Not only did she show no fear, but she also laughed derisively.
"Stab me?" Li Xiaoling looked Xiao Pan up and down, her gaze full of mockery. "You?"
"I'm serious!" Xiao Pan's voice shook. "Don't push me!"
Li Xiaoling chuckled as she walked toward the bed, completely dismissing the knife in his hand. "I want to see what you're capable of."
She sat down on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then blew a smoke ring toward Xiao Pan.
"Kid, do you know what it means to be a man?" Li Xiaoling's words were hurtful. "A real man wouldn’t threaten a woman with a knife. Only a worthless coward would do that."
"I am not a waste!" Xiao Pan shouted.
"Not a waste?" Li Xiaoling stood up and walked in front of Xiao Pan, completely unafraid of the knife in his hand. "Then go ahead and cut me! Didn't you say you wanted to take a swing at me? Come on!"
She thrust her chest forward, her attitude extremely arrogant.
"I'll count to three, and if you don't cut me, it just proves you're a coward!" Li Xiaoling's eyes were filled with provocation. "One!"
Xiao Pan was stunned; he hadn't expected this reaction from Li Xiaoling.
"Two!" Li Xiaoling continued counting, a cold smile on her face.
Xiao Pan's hand trembled as he held the knife. He wanted to drop it, to apologize, to cry and beg for Li Xiaoling's forgiveness, to start over.
"Three!" She finished the last count and then laughed disdainfully. "See? I told you you're a coward. You can't even scare a woman, yet you want to be a man?"
She turned to head back to the bed, muttering under her breath, "What was I thinking? How could I ever like something like this..."
But she didn't finish her sentence.
Because in that instant, the last thread in Xiao Pan's heart snapped.
Coward, waste—those words rolled around in his mind. The effects of the sleeping drug blurred his rationality, while his anger became painfully clear.
"You think I'm a coward?" Xiao Pan's voice dropped low and heavy. "You think I can't scare you?"
Li Xiaoling sensed the change in his voice and turned back. But it was too late.
"Weren't you the one who wanted me to cut?" Xiao Pan raised the knife, his gaze locked onto Li Xiaoling. "Didn't you want to see what I'm capable of?"
At that moment, Li Xiaoling realized she wanted to explain, to plead for mercy.
But it was all too late.
The flash of the blade cut through the air.
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