strayed into the world

Two hours later, Quan Ce took a thorough shower to make sure that he no longer had the disgusting smell of blood on his body. Quan Ce changed into a set of shirts from head to toe. The bloody blankets on the ground and the sheets also stained red made Xu Chi's work efficiency involuntary. All the dirty sheets and quilts stained with blood had been removed and replaced with new ones. The floor-to-ceiling windows of the bed were fully opened, and the fresh air washed away the dirty and bloody smell in the room. The warm sunlight in the morning shone into the room, illuminating a small space in front of the window, melting the warmth of the whole room.

Having been in the dark for a long time, he squinted his eyes unaccustomed to it, turned his back to the window and focused his gaze on the person curled up on the big bed.

He was lying on the mattress, with a clean pure blue thin quilt covering his chin, coffee hair hanging down softly, covering most of his face, he could only see a closed eye that was exposed, that man It seemed that he couldn't even sleep soundly. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the shadows falling under his eyes flickered, showing a kind of unreal purity, which made him startled for a moment, and then The corners of his lips raised ironically...Does he want to blame himself for this? ....

It was so quiet... If he hadn't seen the bulging blue sheet rising and falling slowly, he could hardly find any signs that could prove that he was alive.

From the beginning to the end, Xu Chi didn't mention a word, and he didn't even scold him as he should have. Quan Ce was very surprised, even a little bit astonished. He turned to look at Xu Chi,

"Aren't you going to ask me something?"

"What do you want me to ask?" Xu Chi's answer left Quan Ce at a loss for words again, "...excessive blood loss? Severe dehydration? Or internal injuries...the whole body is bruised—you hit him?"

"..."

Quan Ce's heart ached from Xu Chi's words, and he was afraid that he would be torn apart and bleed... Originally, he only wanted to punish him for his presumptuousness, but he simply wanted to take revenge on him because he peeked at his things. Unexpectedly, the desire was ignited in an instant... I don't want to deny it, and I can't deny it.This is what hurts the most.

"Will he die?"

"Do you still care whether he lives or dies?"

Quan Ce felt a dull pain in his chest when he was asked by Xu Chi, and he had already clenched his hands at the side of his trouser legs, and the tingling pain of his fingertips sinking into his palms revealed all his forbearance and self-blame.

"Perhaps it's good for him to fall asleep like this all the time." Xu Chi's eyes showed rare fatigue.The person whose eyes fell on the bed sighed softly,

"Do you really hate him that much?" He hated him to the point of destroying his body and mind at all costs.Xu Chi didn't understand what kind of hatred it was that could make Quan Ce so crazy that he could torture people who were strict and completely unable to resist. He suspected that Quan Ce had been living in hatred for him for more than [-] years, living for him. He gave birth to...

do you really hate him that much ...hate him? ... Xu Chi's words were like a sharp knife piercing Quan Ce's heart, making him forget to breathe for a moment... After a long time, he still answered him,

"...Yes, I hate him..."

Hate to the bone marrow, like a shadow.