After he finished speaking, he picked up the scalpel, and just as he was about to start dissecting and taking out the internal organs, he heard a loud bang.
He turned his head quickly, and saw Bai Weiwei, who was unable to walk, fall off the operating table, and she desperately reached for something sharp.
Song Yunhuan was so fast that he could leave an afterimage in the air.
He came to her side in an instant, and just as he was about to reach out to pick her up, she slapped his hand away fiercely.
Song Yunhuan couldn't react for a while. He looked at his hand, and there was a deep scar on the back of his hand.
Bai Weiwei held a scalpel in her hand.
She looked at him as if she were looking at a stranger.
Those eyes were terribly cold.
"You are not Song Yunhuan."
Every word of her, like the knife in her hand, is digging his heart.
Song Yunhuan's hand was still in the air, and he didn't know whether to go over and hug her.
His expression was even blank, as if he didn't know what to look like.
Bai Weiwei held the knife and leaned against the bed, her fingers trembling so much.
"You're just a monster."
"… "
"The Song Yunhuan I know is not like you. Even if he is withdrawn, he won't hurt anyone."
"… "
"He is smart but never shows off in a high-profile manner. He doesn't like to make friends, but he will handle things that can help people easily."
"… "
"He will feed wild cats, make donations, and his favorite anime characters are all righteous and kind..."
"… "
Bai Weiwei finally choked up, tears streaming down uncontrollably, "He's not like you."
Song Yunhuan still maintained that position. He bent over and stretched out his hand, as if he was craving something, but he didn't dare to approach.
She hates him.
He didn't expect that one day, he would see and hate this emotion in Bai Weiwei's eyes.
And because of him.
Bai Weiwei muttered to herself, "The Song Yunhuan I like is not like you. I tried my best to make you a human being because I like you as a human being."
Song Yunhuan felt a pain in his heart.
Obviously it shouldn't be in pain, there is no heartbeat, how could it be so painful.
Bai Weiwei looked at him sneeringly, "And now you are as ferocious as the devil. You have been corrupted by the zombie virus and all the beauty that belongs to human beings. You are no longer the man I secretly envy and adore."
Song Yunhuan tried his best to open his lips a few times, and finally whispered in embarrassment, "Don't say it."
Bai Weiwei: "You kill people, you eat people, you are not human."
Song Yunhuan's eyes became sad, he wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to speak.
In fact, when he kills, he only kills those who want to kill him.
He eats people... He doesn't eat people, he controls his appetite and only drinks blood.
He is not... not...
No, Bai Weiwei is right, he is indeed a monster.
In the face of the fact that she was going to die, he found that even if he was a monster and abandoned all his three moral values as a human being, all his kindness and shining points didn't matter.
She's going to die, and he still insists on what farts are beautiful.
The world is in a mess, and he will never encounter good things again.
The only beauty left in him is Bai Weiwei.
[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability rating is ninety-three.]
Song Yunhuan no longer hesitated, snatched her knife, carried her to the operating table, and tied her.
Then he touched her head and said helplessly and helplessly: "Don't make trouble, don't make trouble with me, Weiwei, you will be fine soon."
Bai Weiwei finally couldn't bear it anymore, "Song Yunhuan, come back."
Song Yunhuan didn't listen, turned and walked to the operating table, where she couldn't see it.
He finally showed a broken expression, and a deep sadness appeared on his face.
He seemed to be crying, but no tears came out.