On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

What on earth is going on here today? The more I look at it, the more it looks like they're trying to distance themselves from each other, so they've come all over to end all previous connections.

He subconsciously stood up, wanting to temporarily escape this process, and said in a panic and incoherent manner: "How much do you have left... No, I should go to the bathroom first, give me some time."

The precious photo frame was thrown aside, and Chi Mu walked out of the room with somewhat unsteady steps.

Left alone, Chen Qian looked towards the right side of the room with some confusion, thinking: Isn't there a toilet in this room? Why did he go out?

Time passed quickly. It was only around three or four in the afternoon when they set out, but in the blink of an eye, when Chen Qian confirmed the time again, he suddenly realized that almost five hours had passed.

It was more than ten minutes ago that Chi Mu said he wanted to go to the bathroom.

Chen Qian was a little unsure whether he should go out to look for him, so he just fell back on the bed and started to daze.

After a busy day today, Chen Qian's tense mood finally relaxed briefly at this moment. He stared at the halo of light on the ceiling until his eyes were sore and he was in a trance.

"……thousand?"

"Xiao Qian..."

"Hmm...huh?"

Chen Qian could vaguely hear someone calling him, so he tried very hard and ran wildly across the vast grassland following the voice.

But what he didn't expect was that when he ran towards the source of the sound, he found that the voice calling him came from a ball of bright light that grew larger as he got closer.

This strange yet familiar scene made him gasp in surprise – could this… could this be the way to heaven?!

A tonic! He's only 26, he hasn't lived enough!

"Xiao Qian?" Another clear call rang in my ears.

"Ah!!!! I won't go!" Chen Qian screamed in fright and suddenly jumped up from the bed with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"Where are you going?" Chi Mu looked at him blankly as he shrank into the corner in surprise. He hurried forward and picked him up with concern, saying soothingly, "Did you have a nightmare? Whatever you dreamed about, it's okay now. You've woken up."

Chen Qian was breathing heavily, patting his chest with one hand, holding Chi Mu's arm with the other hand and looking around at the surrounding environment.

After confirming that this was still the room where Chi Mu had just been lying in a daze, he relaxed all of a sudden, and belated shame and embarrassment spread across his face.

I didn't expect that I would fall asleep accidentally after waiting for such a short while. Although I had been on the bus for a whole day, I shouldn't be that tired.

He calmed his emotions and breathing, and after a while he said in a muffled voice: "I'm fine, I just didn't react for a moment."

He sat back on the bed with Chi Mu's support, looked at Chi Mu, then looked at the time, and found that quite a while had passed. He couldn't help but lower his head and pursed his lips and whispered, "Why did you take so long?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Chi Mu's face. He turned his eyes away and didn't look at Chen Qian. He said perfunctorily, "Nothing. Something happened suddenly. I didn't expect you to fall asleep while waiting."

"Well, what about the remaining things..." Chen Qian pondered, remembering what he had done halfway.

Now that Chi Mu was back, he had to hurry up and continue showing off his "collection." After all, he had been running around for several times, and his spirit was about to start sending out alarm signals. He just wanted to go back and have a good rest.

He stood up and walked towards the corner of the bed where the bag had been.

"Do you want to watch more?" Seeing him stand up, Chi Mu hurriedly grabbed him. The coldness and deliberate oppression he had just shown had long since disappeared, and only the worry that was difficult to conceal remained between his brows.

Chen Qian was sleepy and tired at this point, his consciousness was very slow. He didn't even notice the change in the other person's expression. He was just thinking about how it was too late to think about it now. He was about to leave and had to finish what he wanted to do.

So he leaned over and picked up the bag, responding as a matter of course, "You have to finish reading it. I brought it all."

Seeing Chen Qian coming over with the bag, Chi Mu's heart was pounding like a drum.

Fluttering——

Chen Qian dumped all the remaining unopened brown paper packages onto the bed, gathering them together in a disorderly manner.

Chi Mu paused, frowned, picked up one of them and looked at it carefully with disbelief in his eyes, confirming that the familiar and exquisite knot on it was indeed made by his own hands.

He was a little surprised, looked up at Chen Qian, and asked softly: "Have you never opened it before?"

Chen Qian pursed his lips and nodded slowly.

"Then you... aren't, why? If you don't open it..." Chi Mu's mind was very confused, and he spoke incoherently, "What's the reason for you bringing these things?"

Chen Qian was speechless for a moment, not knowing where to begin to explain. He stammered and said something that didn't quite make his point, "No... I just brought it with me because I wanted to return it to you."

"Give it back to me?" Chi Mu sneered speechlessly and weighed the package in his hand. The kraft paper that was well preserved by Chen Qian now had some wrinkles on it.

He suppressed his emotions, his face a forced smile, "Although it's not right to take back a gift once it's given, but if you want to give it back to me, at least open it and take a look."

After saying that, he stuffed the package into Chen Qian's arms, stood up silently, and said lightly: "I'll wait for you downstairs. Let's continue chatting after you finish reading."

Chi Mu left the room and went straight downstairs. Chen Qian, who was alone again, was at a loss as to what to do.

……

Chen Qian walked down the stairs. In the empty hall, a faint smell of tobacco became increasingly noticeable in his nose.

The cold wind blew from nowhere, taking away a lot of the heat in the house. Chen Qian, who was not wearing a coat, couldn't help but shrink his neck and shiver.

In the living room, Chi Mu was half leaning on the sofa, his head tilted to the right, his posture lazy and decadent, and it was unclear whether he was in deep thought or asleep. White mist rose between his fingers, which was the main source of the tobacco smell.

On the low table in front of the sofa was a square ashtray filled with cigarette butts. Next to the ashtray were two empty cigarette boxes with the lids opened.

Chen Qian lowered his footsteps so that he could approach him quietly, for fear of disturbing him.

But when he was three or four steps away from the low table, Chi Mu still keenly noticed his approach.

After Chi Mu put out the remaining cigarette butt in his hand and cleaned the ashtray, he opened his lips and said, "What do you think?"

His voice was hoarse, probably because he had just smoked.

"I've finished reading it..." Chen Qian put his hands behind his back, lowered his head, and stood very properly, looking like a student who had done something wrong and was called to the office.