Chapter overview: Chapter 31 from The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest
In this standout chapter of the Internet novel The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest, Quirinus Amalia introduces new challenges, powerful emotions, and major plot progress that captivate readers from beginning to end.
When Gina heard the name "Lily," her body instantly stiffened. A familiar face appeared in her mind.
She closed her eyes for a moment, thinking her heart had long been numb, but the pain surged up like a tsunami, overwhelming her.
Lily, her best friend. She had watched her die with her own eyes, but had been unable to do anything.
In this moment, Gina suddenly understood. So that’s it…
Luke was Lily’s brother, who had been studying abroad. He had deliberately pretended to be poor to get close to her, all for the sake of avenging his sister.
The glass shards in her knees felt as though they had flowed into her veins, and the pain was so sharp that speaking was almost impossible.
With a hoarse voice, she spoke, "Lily was my best friend. I didn’t kill her..."
"If I could, I would even be willing to trade my life for hers..."
Mentioning Lily, the pain in her heart overshadowed the pain in her body. That pain was like countless small knives, slicing through her organs, tearing her apart.
Luke just silently stared at her, his thin lips tightly pressed together, his eyes filled with sharp, cold disdain.
"Best friend?" "The best friend who bullied her? The best friend who pushed her down the stairs? Or the best friend who watched her die?"
Luke looked down at her from above, his eyes filled with hatred. "Gina, if this is your definition of a good friend, then from today on, you will have many more ‘good friends’!"
With that, Luke left.
When it came time to pay for the medical expenses, she took out the bank card she had gotten after pawning the bracelet.
She stared at it for a long while, then let out a bitter laugh. She never imagined that it would be her who would use the card first, not Luke.
After spending three days in the hospital, Gina returned to the apartment they had shared and began packing her things. Once she had finished, she sat on the couch, blankly staring at the surroundings.
This "home" that she and Luke had carefully arranged now felt like a joke.
Scenes from the past flooded Gina’s mind, interwoven with the memories of the night everything was revealed by Luke.
That cold, hate-filled gaze haunted her, waking her from the nightmare of being bullied again and again.

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