Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

The room was filled with a pungent smell mixed with blood and disinfectant.

Chu Ziyu was imprisoned in a special medical cabin by five mental chains condensed by Lin Ci'an. His long silver hair was spread out on the white bed sheets like a pool of dried moonlight.

His wrists and ankles were covered in cotton-wrapped restraint rings, the insides stained with blood—the flesh torn from the struggle.

His left eye was covered by a special eye patch, but dark golden light still seeped out from the gap, casting a strange spot of light on his pale face.

His right eye stared blankly at the ceiling, his pupil dilated as if he had been dead for a long time.

The collar of his hospital gown was wide open, revealing an unhealed wound on his collarbone, the edges of which were stained with blood—the wound was left from his last attempt at self-destruction.

Whenever Chu Ziyu tried to hurt himself, the chains would emit a dazzling blue light.

At this moment, they were digging deep into his flesh, pulling his limbs into a big cross shape.

But even so, his fingertips were still twitching slightly, as if ready to strangle someone's throat at any time.

He didn't react when Lin Ci'an walked in and pinched his chin.

It was not until Lin Ci'an spoke that Chu Ziyu's right eye suddenly moved.

The cracked lips opened to reveal a broken smile:

&34;Haven't you seen enough?&34;

The sound was as light as a feather falling to the ground, "This... ugly appearance..."

In that instant, Lin Ci'an's heart seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

What suffocated him the most was Chu Ziyu's expression at the moment, so strange and empty.

It was as if something important had slipped through the cracks, leaving only a breathing shell.

(How did it become like this...)

The thought stirred his insides like a dull knife.

In his memory, Chu Ziyu should be standing in the sun, reaching out his hand to him, his silver-gray uniform spotless, even his cufflinks reflecting dazzling light.

But now it is like a broken puppet, even its breathing makes the sound of a broken bellows.

Lin Ci'an saw his distorted reflection reflected in the dead pupil.

He suddenly realized that it was not distraction at all, but a despair that was too clear-headed.

It's like a dying beast, clearly sensing every inch of decay, but unable to do anything about it.

The chain suddenly made a sharp buzzing sound, and Lin Ci'an realized that his hands were shaking.

He should have been angry, angry at this man's self-abandonment and the scars of self-harm.

But what was surging in his chest was something even more terrifying—some sour liquid was being pumped from his heart to his limbs, making it almost impossible for him to stand.

(Does it hurt?)

He wanted to ask, but was afraid to hear the answer.

The black cat suddenly jumped into the medical cabin and carefully licked the wound on Chu Ziyu's wrist caused by the suppression ring.

Chu Ziyu suddenly chuckled. He raised his wrist and gently stroked Lin Ci'an's hand that was pinching his chin.

&34;You know what?&34;

His voice was feather-light, "Every time you touch me, it screams in my head."

&34;It says it will rip your throat...&34;

Chu Ziyu's fingers suddenly pinched his neck, his nails digging deep into his flesh, "Just like this..."

Lin Ci'an suddenly grabbed his wrists, but found that his hands were as cold as ice.

&34;Stop!&34;

&34;Look...&34;

I tried three times...and each time I came close...&34;

Chu Ziyu's fingertips dug deep into the scabbed wound on his neck. Blood flowed down his pale skin, staining the collar of his hospital gown red.

&34;Help me...Xiao An...&34;

He tilted his head back slightly, his right eye filled with tears due to the severe pain, and a tear silently slid down.

——In fact, it was just because of the violent movement that the rough collar material rubbed against my eyes.

But Lin Ci'an didn't know.

(He cried?)

This realization stabbed into Lin Ci'an's chest like a sharp knife.

Lin Ci'an's hands were shaking. He had seen Chu Ziyu remain calm even after being blasted through the abdomen on the battlefield.

But I have never seen him like this before - like a trapped beast forced into a desperate situation, begging for relief in the most tragic way.

The black cat's spirit body stood on end in his consciousness, its claws scratching unconsciously at the mental barrier, as if it couldn't wait to pounce on it and lick away the annoying tear.

"Please..."

Chu Ziyu's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. His right eye briefly cleared, with unshed tears still hanging on his eyelashes. "Before I completely turn into a monster..."

(See? He panicked.)

6872's electronic voice trembled: "Boss, you're even acting tears?!"

Chu Ziyu gently closed his eyes, letting the second tear fall, while chuckling in his heart:

(No, for real this time.)

(The material of the clothes is too rough and it scratches my eyes. What an unexpected surprise.)

Lin Ci'an only knew that Chu Ziyu was trembling in his arms, and his heart ached as if it was being cut open.