What to do if your male god is too good at self-attack

The pain in her limbs suddenly stopped, the broken and protruding bones slowly reconnected, the cooled and solidified blood flowed in her body again, and her pulse beat again and again, becoming the only call in the silent world.

Heyue, wake up.

He Yue opened her eyes suddenly after a quick breath and found herself sitting on the cold ground with a quiet and white corridor in front of her.

"Am I dead?"

He Yue's head was throbbing with pain. The moment she closed her eyes, she saw Lin Xia Ning running towards her under the blood moon and Luo Yilan standing by the window in a holy wedding dress.

He Yue didn't expect that the goodbye would be a farewell.

He Yue slowly raised her eyes. This place was very similar to heaven, except that it was all white. The long corridor in front of her seemed to have no end, as if an angel would appear in the next second under the golden light.

But He Yue waited for a long time and no angel appeared, so she struggled to get up from the ground.

The red moon, the speeding car, the running Lin Xia Ning, the crying Luo Yi Lan all cut through her mind like fragments. The physical pain made her unable to help but raise her hands to cover her head. She bent over the wall and gasped for breath. Veins bulged on her forehead and a tear fell from the corner of her eye. It was so painful.

After slowing down, He Yue held onto the wall, gritted her teeth, and wanted to move forward quickly, to her next life, to forget all of this.

Just as she stumbled towards the end of the corridor, she heard a faint sound coming from the side. He Yue stopped, slowly turned her head, and looked through the gap of a half-open door on the side.

Will there be singing in heaven?

He Yue listened attentively and heard intermittent singing floating out from the crack of the door. This singing made her realize that this place... might not be heaven.

She's not dead!

The truth was just behind the door. He Yue did not hesitate. She raised her hand and pushed open the door, and what came into her sight was the sunlight filling the ground.

The room was extremely tidy. The quilt on the bed was folded like a piece of tofu, the floor was spotlessly clean, and there was an unknown green plant growing vigorously on the windowsill.

The owner of the room was standing barefoot on the ground, holding a tape recorder in his hands with a happy look on his face, and singing quietly in the room: "... I believe that I am who I am, and I believe in tomorrow..."

The girl's singing voice was soft, but Heyue couldn't help but frowning, because she looked so out of place in this tidy room.

The girl's loose hair fell on her shoulders, with uneven lengths and layers, as if it had been bitten by a dog. No one knew who had trimmed it, and it had also cut her ears, which were covered with blood scabs.

Feeling vaguely uneasy, He Yue decided to leave quickly. However, just as she took a step back, the girl who was singing attentively suddenly turned around, obviously having noticed her.

She blinked and shyly extended her hand to say hello: "Hi, I don't think I've seen you before."

He Yue smiled awkwardly. For a moment, she didn’t know how to introduce herself. She didn’t even know if she was still He Yue, because she had just been hit to death by her 38-year-old self…

Seeing that He Yue didn't know how to answer, the girl didn't embarrass her. She just waved at her and motioned her to come in.

"Would you like some apples?" The girl put the recorder aside and took out two bright red apples from the storage box under the bed like treasures, looking at Heyue with bright eyes expectantly.

He Yue looked at her and walked towards her unconsciously.

The tape recorder had finished playing "I Believe" once, and now it started singing again from the beginning.

The girl saw He Yue glance at the radio and said with some embarrassment: "I'm reciting a song. I can never remember the lyrics." At this point, she seemed a little annoyed and knocked her head hard, "I'm so stupid."

He Yue quickly grabbed the girl's hand and asked her name.

"Wang Xiuya." The girl smiled gently, "My name is Wang Xiuya."

She was afraid that He Yue couldn't hear clearly, so she took her hand and wrote her name on it stroke by stroke. Then she raised her head with satisfaction and looked at He Yue with a pair of clear eyes: "Did you remember it?"

He Yue nodded and asked, "Xiu Ya, where is this?"

Hearing He Yue's question, Wang Xiu Ya was a little confused: "You don't know where this is?" She lowered her head a little sadly, her nails clenched into the oxidized and yellowed flesh of the apple, "Are you different from me? Different, different..."

Not understanding what Wang Xiuya meant by "different", before He Yue could ask in detail, she suddenly grabbed He Yue and said nervously: "This is not a good place, I don't like it here."

Wang Xiuya's tone became more and more urgent, but at this moment she was suddenly interrupted by a cell phone ringing, which came from Heyue's pocket.

He Yue was about to touch her phone, but she didn't expect Wang Xiu Ya to suddenly kneel down with a plop. Tears welled up in her eyes. She looked down at the ground and rubbed her hands repeatedly: "It's not my phone, it's really not my phone, I don't have my phone with me!"

The cell phone continued to ring, and to Wang Xiuya it sounded like a deadly sound. She knelt at He Yue's feet, shaking violently.

He Yue was also panicked, and went to help her helplessly: "Xiu Ya, what's wrong with you?"

"Not me, really not me!"

Wang Xiu Ya grabbed He Yue's hand with such force that it almost crushed He Yue's bones. He Yue couldn't break free at all.

The two looked at each other, and Wang Xiuya's expression suddenly changed. She asked fiercely, "Don't you believe me? Tell me! Don't you believe me?"

"I didn't disbelieve you!" He Yue shook her head and reached into her pocket for her phone. "Look, it's my phone that's ringing, not yours!"

Wang Xiuya ignored He Yue's explanation and stood up from the ground, muttering to herself as she walked around the room: "It's not my phone, it's not my phone, you don't believe me!"

She roared at He Yue, her eyes bloodshot, like a raging wild beast, but He Yue could see the familiar despair and pain in her eyes.

"Wang Xiuya, calm down."

But Wang Xiuya seemed not to hear He Yue's words. She was still determined to prove that the phone had nothing to do with her, and she actually started to take off her clothes.

The weather was still quite hot, and she had very few clothes on. She was about to take them off one by one. He Yue rushed forward and hugged her, forcing her to stop: "Wang Xiuya, I believe you, this is not your phone, calm down."

Wang Xiuya started crying. She turned back to her weak and lovely self. She rested her chin on Heyue's shoulder and begged softly, "Save me."

He Yue was stunned. How could she save her?

"You don't want to?" Wang Xiuya's temper quickly changed. She immediately became annoyed when she didn't get the answer she wanted. "Aren't we good friends? I gave you an apple! I also told you my name!"

She pushed He Yue away, and He Yue was caught off guard and bumped heavily against the bed. A wooden board fell at her feet with a snap. She covered the painful area and looked over, and it turned out to be a medical record board.

Wang Xiuya——Schizophrenia, bipolar disorder…

Before she could finish reading the words, Wang Xiuya had already pounced on her, unceremoniously riding on He Yue's body and strangling her neck tightly.

"Wang Xiuya..."

He Yue slapped the ground, the oxygen in her chest gradually disappeared, and she could hardly breathe.

She tried to grab Wang Xiuya's hand, but Wang Xiuya seemed to be unaware of the pain. Even if her nails scratched her skin, it was of no use. Wang Xiuya still refused to let her go.

"Aren't we friends? Why don't you help me?" Wang Xiuya cried, and a tear fell on Heyue's face.

He Yue was a little dazed, and could only hear the buzzing sound of "I Believe" in her ears.

Is she going to die again?