The two walked silently on the deserted street, Xia Mingzhi walking in front, and Che Linwan following behind.
He would stop and look at her after taking two steps, but he never came back to her.
He is afraid.
Che Linwan took two steps to catch up, slowly put her fingers into his palm, and then the two held each other.
When they opened the door, the mess in the room cruelly reminded the two of what had happened in this room before.
Xia Mingzhi let go of her hand with an awkward expression, "You take a shower first, I'll clean up."
He always avoided her gaze, like a primary school student who had made a mistake and was at a loss in front of his teacher.
The warm hot water was poured on the injured skin, and Che Linwan was not shaken by the stinging pain. What should she do? What should she do with Xia Mingzhi
There is currently no precedent for a cure for split personality, there are only demons in horror novels that kill people and become disease in the end.
But Xia Mingzhi is not a devil...
The door was pushed open with a bang, and Che Linwan instantly felt that the hot water poured on her body became cold, and her heart rose to her throat.
What is he going to do!
A soft voice sounded outside the shower curtain, "You didn't take the clothes, why should I leave them here?"
"Okay." Her voice was still trembling.
After sighing, he walked out silently.
Quietly closed the door.
Che Linwan continued washing quickly and in a hurry, but still did not turn off the hot water after washing.
Only when hot water washes over your body can you feel the warmth.
Her muscles ached, and fresh blood continued to gush from the bleeding spot on her forehead.
There was a dull pain in the muscles and bones of my wrists and ankles, and when my hands brushed my throat, I felt a nauseating feeling...
Can, can it really be forgotten
When she opened the shower curtain, she was shocked again. She saw a figure who seemed to be sitting outside the bathroom door.
There is a faint blur printed on the glass door.
When I changed my clothes and opened the door, I saw Xia Minzhi sitting there on his knees, with his head lowered as if he was reviewing.
"What are you doing?" She mustered up the courage to reach out and pull him, but he didn't move at all.
So she carefully knelt down and tried to meet his gaze.
This person, who is this man? Is he still her little intern
"It's me." He answered her words as if he had a telepathic response, "It's me, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you..." But he couldn't continue in the middle of the sentence.
He treated her wounds with skillful skills. After all, he was a senior student who had studied general surgery.
When he saw the scars on Che Linwan's body clearly, he couldn't help turning his head and retching, until tears flowed down together with the saliva.
"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt..." It obviously hurts, not only physically, but also mentally painful and scared.
"Go to sleep peacefully. I'll sleep outside tonight."
"Outside?" What she thought was outside was that she was in the bedroom and he was in the living room. But the outside he meant was the outside of the door.
"Where are you going in the middle of the night?"
“There’s always room at nearby hotels.”
"Isn't it inconvenient?"
"No matter how inconvenient it is, it's better than waking up and seeing your body next to me."
"Xia Mingzhi!" She tried to hug him, but he let go.
"For your own good. For my own good..." Don't let that horrible person hurt her. These are the last remaining years.
He did not leave throughout the night, but sat on a wooden chair in the garden of the community.
Although the pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe, she forced herself to remember what he had done to her.
Why was the look in her eyes so terrifying when he found her
What he longed for was not that she could forgive him.
Because even he himself couldn't forgive himself.
"What is the disease? If it can be detected earlier, can it be treated earlier?" As a student of comprehensive surgery and psychology, Xia Mingzhi knows the importance of early detection and early treatment better than anyone else.
But he didn't know what was delaying him.
His fingers were still warm, but he couldn't tell whether it was the warmth of her body or the scars on her body.
(End of chapter)