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"Why, do you want to die by yourself?" Li He's eyelids were swollen and he gritted his teeth helplessly.

Fu Haitang slowly raised his head, and his neck made the sound of knuckles rubbing due to long-term stiffness. He looked at the ceiling, as if he was used to being tied to a chair.

Taking a few deep breaths, "It's better to die. Li He, I, it's too uncomfortable."

The voice was hoarse and torn from the throat, and there was silence after the sound.

He never said anything weak, and even when he experienced unbearable pain, he only found these four words to sum it up.

Li He carefully applied medicine to his skin, and nearly half of the skin on his upper body was scratched by himself.

Blood and water seeped out from the bottom of his muscles, sticking the medicine powder firmly to his skin. The medicine that had dried up in the past few days was black and stuck to him like blood-sucking insects.

Li He looked at his originally delicate and expensive body, which was reduced to a piece of rag by himself.

"I'll take another tube of blood today and send it to the city's chemical research institute."

"Chemicals?"

Fu Haitang glanced sideways, his hair hanging in front of his eyebrows, his eyes sharp.

Li He looked solemn and said, "I'm bringing over the remaining medicine from the psychiatrist. I plan to take it with me."

He paused and began to untie him: "I have never seen this thing before, so the city agencies may not be able to figure it out. I estimate it will take at least 2-3 days. I'm not here, can you do it?"

Fu Haitang nodded casually, stretched out his stiff limbs, and wanted to take a shower but was stopped by Li He.

"You really can't touch the water. Look at how infected you are. Are you going to have scars all over your body?"

Fu Haitang lowered his head and looked at his naked upper body. He saw large and small scratches, old and new overlapping, and some places were dry and cracked, with blood and pus oozing out.

Helpless and anxious, "I couldn't help it at all. There were a lot of ants biting me at night. It felt like they were crawling through the pores and crawling along my blood vessels."

The sound stopped.

"Li He, am I pretty useless?"

Fu Haitang smiled mockingly to himself and lay back on the bed without taking a shower.

He was very tired, and his eyes were tired as they had never been before, but he was not used to sleeping in this bed.

Because even though he was suffering from madness and dementia, he still remembered to leave the master bedroom and settle himself in the guest room.

He didn't want to dirty her bed, her quilt, her pillow. I also don’t want to break every ornament she bought, the furniture she likes.

In the past five days, he went crazy in the guest room, slept in the guest room, and almost died in the guest room.

……

Li He was still worried about leaving him, but he had to personally watch the blood test.

He hesitated whether to wait for Fu Haitang's condition to stabilize for a few days before going, "Fu Haitang, if you are useless, no man in the world is useful."

"It will be fine, everything will be fine. I won't take that medicine anymore, and you will get better slowly."

Fu Haitang repeated something slowly in a low voice, as if talking to himself: "Will it be okay?"

Will it be okay? He thought of Chen Fang's two words, 'Look how crazy you are now' and 'Don't look at him, you're dirty'.

He lay quietly on the bed and counted the days until he could get the divorce certificate, without any hope.

When his eyes were empty, he suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, looking at the ceiling, his smile becoming more and more relieved.

Fortunately, Song Weiyu broke up with him completely that night.

"Little white-eyed wolf, just have fun secretly, so as not to scare you when you see me like this. However, you proposed the break just in time. It would have been a few days later..."

"...I will also take the initiative to share it with you."

He looked into the void with soft eyes and smiled warmly, even his peripheral vision was doting on him.

"I want to hug you again, okay?"

"Just for the last time, don't think I'm dirty."

Li He opened his eyes wide and covered his mouth, not even daring to breathe loudly. He watched helplessly as the man lying on the bed stretched out his arms towards the white ceiling, but he smiled lovingly.

Suddenly, he retracted his arm and his smile disappeared.

His eyes dimmed, and he murmured: "Forget it, just go. I'm afraid I won't be able to let you go if I hug you. If I make you cry again, it won't be easy to make you cry."

The voice became smaller and smaller, and I could barely hear it clearly, "If you cry, I will be even more reluctant to let you go. In the future, if you... cry somewhere where I can't see... what..."

He talked to the hallucination and fell asleep.

Li He took two steps back and leaned against the wall, hitting the back of his head on the wall cloth, closing his eyes tightly to suppress his tears.

He couldn't open his mouth to take a deep breath.

"Fu Haitang, you are quite useless, you just have to fall for a fucking woman. Damn it, if you can be reborn, I will not let you know Song Weiyu!"

Rebirth is another story.

Now, he couldn't delay any longer.

But if he leaves Fu's house, Shao Guoren, the soft-hearted man who has followed Fu Haitang's orders since childhood, will definitely not be able to control Fu Haitang.

Li He drew blood from Fu Haitang.

Even the pain didn't wake him up.

We really couldn't delay it anymore, Li He thought of the voice recorder.