After many years in Kaijiu group, you are still my friend.

"You look very tired, don't go back, you go to sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the sofa." After calming down, Zhiji walked back to the bedroom, hugged a pillow, and came out with a blanket.

"...What are you doing? I'm not a child! Just sleep on your own bed!" Sagara waved his hand, meaning to let him go back.

Zhiji ignored him, and just fell down on the sofa, not leaving a place for Sagara.

Sagara got up helplessly, rolled his eyes, and shook his head.

There was a full-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom, and Sagara stared at it for a while, then turned around and looked at the person lying on the sofa, with his back turned to him.

He took off his black sweater, looked in the mirror, and lifted up the white T-shirt inside bit by bit, revealing dark red long and narrow scars, some of which had scabbed over, and looked like old wounds from a long time ago, and some were still scars. bright red.

He took a deep breath, tried to touch it with his hand, and felt a piercing pain.

Putting down the white T-shirt, Sagara walked to the bed, sat on the bed and stared at Chiji's back for a long time, and suddenly began to wonder whether it was right or wrong for him to come back.

He lifted the quilt, turned his back to the ceiling, and lay on the bed, his eyelids gradually drooping.

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Chiji lay on the sofa tossing and turning, he really wanted to know what happened to Sagara and what he had been doing for the past eight years.

It is true that Sagara once betrayed him, but that incident has long passed in his heart. Since he is a companion, he does not want Sagara to suffer any harm.

Zhiji couldn't fall asleep the more he thought about it now, he got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face quickly, put on a blanket, and lingered at the door of the bedroom...

The bedroom door was left open, Sagara didn't have this habit, he was used to being free.

Chiji walked in and saw Sagara lying on the bed, even though he was asleep, the expression on his face still looked painful.

His fingers gripped the sheet tightly, his knuckles sticking out.The cyan lines on the back of the hand are clearly visible.

Although this might be a bit despicable, Zhiji still couldn't help but want to do something, he couldn't see Sagara's current state.

Chiji walked to the bed, and carefully lifted the white T-shirt on Sagara's body...

Those shocking wounds were exposed to the air...

Zhiji's face turned pale in an instant, he looked at the wounds in shock, the sound of teeth crossing came from his lips, and his breathing became uneven because of the emotion that was about to erupt, he wished to immediately pull Sagara up from the bed to question How did he get here.

"Hey, Chiu..."

Sagara didn't open his eyes, he was still lying on the bed, neither looking at Tomoji nor falling asleep.

"Promise me, don't get involved in this matter. We are not in Kaijiu High School anymore, you can't help me."

When he said these words plainly, it made Chiji feel pain in his heart...

"What are you talking about! Tell me! Who are these..."

"I beg you……"

These three words interrupted Zhiji's questioning, and the words were like nails, piercing into his body, and completely defeated all the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

Sagara never said such words, this was the first time.

Zhiji begged him once because of Ito, and now, he begged him because he didn't want Zhiji to get into trouble because of his own affairs.

No one in the room spoke again.

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The next morning, Sagara left Zhiji's cell phone number, and left in a hurry after breakfast.

After changing his clothes, Chiji secretly followed behind him, and found that Sagara had taken the same tram yesterday, and was sitting in the same seat as yesterday.

After a while, he suddenly stood up from his seat, stared out of the window, and saw the lake that Chiji had always wanted him to see.

Then a very shallow smile appeared.

When the tram arrived, the crowd of early trains swarmed in. Zhiji was pushed to the other side of the door, and when he turned around, he found that Sagara was no longer in the car.

He punched the railing he was holding on to hard, and the people who were crowded around immediately dispersed, casting terrified gazes.

When he got off the tram, he always had a bad feeling that if he guessed correctly, Sagara was involved with someone from the underworld again...

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