Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

During the trip, the conversations between the two were rare and brief. Wei Zhe'an was uneasy, and he was not sure how to face Li Jinhe. He would secretly glance at Li Jinhe from time to time, but would quickly look away when the other looked at him, his cheeks flushed like a ripe peach.

Li Jinhe noticed Wei Zhe'an's discomfort and asked teasingly with a smile: "What's wrong? Are you scared? Don't you recognize me?"

Wei Zhe'an muttered in a low voice: "No..." Then, he mustered up the courage to look at Li Jinhe again and said sincerely: "Brother, thank you."

Li Jinhe shook his head gently: "Why are you saying thank you again? Didn't you say before that you wouldn't be polite to me?"

Wei Zhe'an clasped his fingers, lowered his head, and said in a trembling voice: "I'm not being polite, I really want to thank you. If it weren't for you, I might still be trapped there."

Once the conversation started, Wei Zhean could not stop, and he complained to his brother with lingering fear. He described in detail how Qiu Weibing pressed him into the wheelchair, how Wang Yan threatened him, and how they tried to prevent him from leaving.

Li Jinhe listened to Wei Zhe'an's complaints while driving attentively. Sometimes, Wei Zhe'an got emotional and would gesture to describe the situation.

Li Jinhe smiled from time to time while listening. Perhaps Wei Zhe'an himself did not realize that he always unconsciously showed a coquettish attitude in front of Li Jinhe, that lively and dazzling look, just like a cat.

This cat is indifferent to everything around it, but it just likes to rub against you. Occasionally, it will expose its soft belly and hook your hand with its wet eyes and front paws, making you want to touch it involuntarily.

The car slowly stopped at the red light at the intersection. Li Jinhe hesitated for a moment but couldn't help himself. He reached out and gently rubbed his hair, saying softly: "Don't be afraid, everything is safe now. If there is a chance, we will definitely get back at him."

He further comforted her: "I'll take you to eat something delicious today, what do you want to eat?"

Wei Zhe'an lowered his head, feeling sad and soft in his heart. In fact, he was no longer afraid and no longer felt wronged.

Perhaps it was because his emotions were too full and needed to be vented, or perhaps it was because the continuous strong emotional fluctuations made his tear glands fragile, or perhaps it was because Li Jinhe's tenderness touched him. Wei Zhe'an's tears slid silently, like beads that had broken off the string, dripping onto his pants one by one.

He felt the warmth of Li Jinhe's palm, his throat tightened, and he tried hard to control his voice from trembling: "...anything is fine."

Li Jinhe noticed Wei Zhe'an's emotions. He withdrew his hand and wanted to ask further questions, but was interrupted by the urging honking of the car behind.

Li Jinhe had no choice but to restart the car, find a parking space nearby, and park the car steadily.

Wei Zhe'an initially just secretly wiped his tears with his sleeves, but no matter how hard he tried, the tears seemed unstoppable and burst out like a flood breaking through a dam.

Seeing that Li Jinhe had already stopped the car and he had nowhere to escape, he had no choice but to bury his face deeply in his arms. He secretly blamed himself for being pretentious and felt extremely embarrassed at the moment.

Li Jinhe unbuckled his seat belt and called softly, "An An."

Wei Zhe'an buried his head, and responded weakly from the depths of his throat: "Hmm."

Li Jinhe looked at him curled up in grievance. Although he remained calm on the surface, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He still felt distressed.

"Do you want a hug?" Li Jinhe suggested gently.

Wei Zhe'an was stunned for a while, as if he had just woken up from a dream. He slowly raised his head and looked at Li Jinhe with tearful eyes. He nodded gently, his voice trembling a little: "Yes."

His tears still did not stop, the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were flushed, and tears were flashing in his eyes, making him look pitiful.

Li Jinhe opened his arms, and Wei Zhe'an threw himself into his arms without hesitation. His grievance reached its peak at this moment.

Li Jinhe had seen him cry before, but this time was completely different from the last time he cried when his foot was injured. This time he didn't make any sound, it was more like he was silently venting his emotions. Because summer clothes were thin and close to the body, Li Jinhe soon felt his left shoulder soaked with tears.

Li Jinhe stroked Wei Zhe'an's hair with his right hand, his voice full of tenderness: "It's okay to cry. You are safe now. Don't be afraid."

Hearing Li Jinhe's comfort, Wei Zhe'an's tears flowed even more fiercely. He hugged Li Jinhe's waist tightly, feeling the warmth from his body. After a long time, his emotions gradually calmed down. He snuggled in Li Jinhe's arms greedily, and couldn't help but call softly, his voice trembling: "Brother..."

"Yeah." Li Jinhe's voice was low and echoed in Wei Zhe'an's ears.

Wei Zhe'an's voice was slightly nasal, and he was a little hesitant and struggling inside, but he still mustered up the courage to say, "I...I have something I want to tell you."

Li Jinhe's heartstrings were tense. He could almost foresee what Wei Zhe'an was going to say. He subconsciously tightened his arms around Wei Zhe'an and stopped him from continuing: "An'an, don't say anything. Be obedient."

Wei Zhe'an was stunned. He opened his eyes blankly in Li Jinhe's arms, with a trace of confusion and bewilderment in his eyes. He murmured again: "Brother, I..."

Li Jinhe rubbed his ear with his chin, his voice still low and gentle, perhaps a little cold as he interrupted him: "Don't say it, An An."

At this moment, Wei Zhe'an Fuzhi understood Li Jinhe's meaning intuitively - his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and it suddenly tightened as if it was about to be torn apart.

The balloon filled with gas exploded silently, causing all the blood in his body to freeze in an instant.

The tears in his eyes welled up uncontrollably again, and the sudden pain made his breathing difficult, as if the air in his lungs had been sucked out in an instant.

He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and no sound came out. He could only close his eyes tightly and let this intense pain rage in his body.

He blamed himself for being so sensitive, why he had to be so in tune with his brother at this time. If he could play dumb, could he ask the reason, could he express his inner feelings without any scruples, would he still have a chance.

He hugged Li Jinhe tightly, as if he wanted to vent all his emotions. He felt as if he was abandoned in a corner of the world and lost something very important, even though he never really had it.