The smile on Qin Xue's face vanished instantly, her previously innocent and endearing expression now covered by a layer of frost.
She slowly raised her head and looked at the man and woman, her gaze ice-cold, as if she were looking at two lifeless objects.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Just as Qin Xue's eyes flickered, as if she were about to do something, Qin Hao's hand gently rested on her shoulder.
Qin Hao stepped forward half a pace, positioning himself in front of Qin Xue. A warm, even slightly apologetic smile appeared on his face as he nodded repeatedly at the couple: "I'm sorry, so sorry. My sister wasn't paying attention and didn't watch where she was going. We truly apologize for disturbing you."
His attitude was sincere, his tone humble—entirely the manner of someone trying to smooth things over.
Seeing that the other party admitted fault so readily, and especially noting Qin Hao's distinguished bearing, the trendy man's irritation from being bumped subsided somewhat.
But his mouth still showed no mercy: "Watch it next time! Honestly, dressed like that in a park—are you filming a drama or something?"
His girlfriend also snorted, linking arms with her boyfriend: "Let's go, let's go. What's there to say to these weirdos?"
The two muttered a few more words before turning and strutting away.
Qin Hao maintained his smile as he watched them go, until the two had walked over a dozen meters away and blended into the crowd.
Only then did Qin Xue speak coldly, displeasure evident in her voice: "Why did you stop me?"
Qin Hao withdrew his gaze. The smile on his face remained unchanged, even growing warmer, but deep in his eyes lay an utterly calm indifference.
As if the apology just now had merely been brushing away a speck of dust.
He turned his head to look at Qin Xue and said softly: "Why bother with these ants? It's rare that we're out for a stroll. Don't let them ruin your mood."
"My mood is already ruined." Qin Xue looked at the shattered sugar painting phoenix on the ground, her tone icy.
She wasn't upset because the sugar painting had broken, but because those two people's attitude had offended her.
Hearing this, the smile at the corner of Qin Hao's mouth deepened slightly, as if he had heard something amusing.
His gaze casually swept toward the direction the couple had departed. They were walking toward the other side of the park, chatting and laughing, completely unaware of what kind of existence was now watching them.
"Then shall I kill them for you?" Qin Hao's tone was as casual as asking "what shall we have for dinner," yet there was no hint of jest in his eyes.
Qin Xue was silent for two seconds, then shook her head. Her red lips parted slightly as she uttered a few words: "No. I want them to suffer a fate worse than death."
As she said this, there wasn't a trace of anger on her face, yet her words dripped with cruelty.
"Very well."
Qin Hao nodded, as if this request were the most ordinary thing in the world.
His left hand remained clasped behind his back while his right hand rose, index and middle fingers together, tracing a few casual strokes through the air.
The movement was light and concealed, attracting no one's attention—not even stirring the slightest breeze.
In the distance, Dustin's gaze had been fixed on them the entire time.
He saw Qin Hao raise his hand. Though he couldn't make out the exact trajectory, that casual, almost artistic gesture, along with the flash of cold focus in Qin Hao's eyes, set off faint alarm bells in his mind.
He watched as Qin Hao pointed at the couple's retreating backs from afar.
There were no visual effects, no sound.
But the next moment—
"Ahhh—!"
"Urghh! My head! My body!!"
The couple, now over thirty meters away, suddenly let out piercing screams that hardly sounded human.
As if struck by an invisible hammer, they both convulsed violently without warning, then collapsed forward onto the ground.
After falling, they began thrashing and rolling frantically, hands clutching their heads, their faces instantly contorted in extreme agony.
Eyes bulging, mouths gaping wide, they made hoarse, gurgling sounds interspersed with broken wails.
Their anguished appearance suggested they were enduring the cruelest torture imaginable, yet remained fully conscious—every fraction of pain searing clearly into their souls.
"What's happening?!"
"Did someone faint?!"
"Call 120!"
"No, wait! They seem to be having seizures? Is it epilepsy?"
The surrounding visitors were stunned by this sudden turn of events. After freezing for a few seconds, they rushed over.
Some shouted, some tried to help, others frantically made phone calls. The scene descended into chaos.
The crowd quickly gathered, blocking the view of the couple writhing in pain, but their screams still pierced through, coming in broken waves, sending chills down everyone's spine.
Qin Hao lowered his fingers, as if he had done something utterly trivial. He turned to look at Qin Xue, his smile gentle: "Now, are you satisfied?"
Qin Xue watched the distant commotion and listened to the faint wails drifting over. Her face resumed that ethereal, detached expression, as if the one who had made that cruel request hadn't been her at all.
She let out a soft "hmph," said nothing more, and turned to walk toward another part of the park. Her steps were light, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with her.
– Marinien
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