After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

It's amazing.

There was clearly no verbal conversation between the two of them, but Fu Jincheng seemed to have the ability to read Wen Yinuo's mind and could accurately guess what was in Wen Yinuo's mind.

"Wen Yinuo, I'm right in front of you." The young man's voice was still full of sorrow, "Why can't you give me a little trust?"

"Trust someone you can touch?"

Wen Yinuo's hand, which was stretched out to touch Fu Jincheng, stopped in mid-air.

He wanted to say that it wasn’t that he didn’t want to believe it, but that he didn’t dare.

He couldn't believe that after Fu Jincheng saw his dirtiest side, he was still willing to love him as always.

During the silent confrontation, Fu Jincheng once again accurately grasped Wen Yinuo's inferiority complex and desire to escape.

"Wen Yinuo, you clearly said before that only you are worthy of me." Fu Jincheng's voice was very aggrieved, like a naive love-brained man who was deceived by a scumbag and then abandoned after marriage. "How long has it been now? Are you going to regret it?"

"Where did you put me? And where did Meowth put me?"

Wen Yinuo choked up, his throat seemed to be blocked by a huge rock, and he couldn't utter a word.

He just kept shaking his head to tell Fu Jincheng that that was not what he meant.

When he said those words confidently, he thought he would be well soon, and he had not yet remembered the memory buried deep in his subconscious that he was most reluctant to face.

If he had this memory at that time, he would definitely not have said those words.

In Wen Yinuo's eyes, his brother is the best in the world and deserves the best things.

rather than myself.

"After all, you still don't want to believe me, right?" Fu Jincheng brought the topic back to the beginning.

"You think I'm a liar like those people."

"They say they love you forever, but in reality, if something unexpected happens, they run away faster than anyone else."

"Yes or no?!"

"No, no." Wen Yinuo finally squeezed out a word from his throat, "No!"

"Brother is different from them all! You are the best!"

"Then why don't you believe it?!" Fu Jincheng gritted his teeth and questioned with red eyes, "I am different from them. I am better than them."

"Then why would you rather take the dream as reality than take a look at me and believe me in the real me?"

Wen Yinuo shook his head in panic.

Just as the words "Am I worthy of it" were on the tip of my tongue, I thought of Fu Jincheng and changed my mind temporarily:

"C-can I?"

Fu Jincheng resisted the urge to cry:

"Why not?"

"Wen Yinuo, have you forgotten what our mother taught us since we were young?"

Mom’s teachings?

Yes.

Mom has warned them countless times.

No matter what they have been through, they deserve it and deserve all the good things in this world.

There is absolutely no need to feel wronged and blame yourself because of minor flaws or flaws imposed by others.

The ones who are wrong are the ones who create the defects, not the victims who are forced to bear the consequences of the defects.

He raised his head slightly and looked at Fu Jincheng.

His lips moved for a long time, with a tear falling from the corner of his eye:

"But you saw all that."

Seeing Gu Huaiyi break into the room, he was forcibly taken to the club against his will.

Even he himself, when he recalled it, hated himself at that time.

Is it really possible that Fu Jincheng, who witnessed it with his own eyes, didn't care at all and didn't have any disgust at all?

Fu Jincheng, who had not seen it with his own eyes, let out a deep breath:

"So what if I saw it?"

"It's not my little treasure who is wrong."

"The ones who are wrong are those who hurt Xiaobao."

"Is there any way to protect Xiaobao's brother?"

Wen Yinuo's love for Fu Jincheng was so deep in his heart that he immediately refuted the young man's words without even thinking about it:

"not like this."

"My brother is fine, he didn't..."

For the first time, Fu Jincheng interrupted Wen Yinuo.

"Look." The young man sighed helplessly in Wen Yinuo's ear, "Wen Yinuo, you don't even want to hear my self-blame."

"Why can't you give me a little more trust?"

Wen Yinuo's hanging hands curled up nervously, his lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were full of anxiety.

He wanted to argue, not because he didn't trust Fu Jincheng.

It’s not believing in yourself.

I don’t believe that I am really worthy of Fu Jincheng’s kindness.

But this kind of rebuttal has been discussed many times before.

Bringing it up again was more like telling Fu Jincheng that he had never believed anything that had been discussed before.

In the end, Wen Yinuo could only respond with silence.

Even though he didn't say anything, Fu Jincheng could tell what Wen Yinuo was really thinking from his micro-expressions and nervous and evasive body movements.

The young man half-knelt in front of Wen Yinuo, looking up at the boy who was uneasily avoiding his sight with a look that was almost pious and sacrificial.

"Wen Yinuo." Fu Jincheng's hoarse voice contained great respect, "The one you don't trust is yourself. Right?"

"You don't believe you deserve it, do you?"

The boy turned sideways, tears rolling down his eyes.

He wanted to answer yes.

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

"It's okay." Fu Jincheng sat up and gently took the boy into his arms, "It's okay."

"I want to change it." Wen Yinuo's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible and trembling. "Fu Jincheng, I want to change it."

But it just can’t be changed.

Every time, the self-loathing emotions and thoughts just dissipate a little, and it seems that I can get over it soon.

Something would always pop up that would stimulate him and make all his preparations go to waste.

"Then don't change it." Fu Jincheng said in a deep voice, "Don't think about yourself anymore."

"Just think of me, just trust me, okay?"

No matter when, where, or what the situation is, or when you recall something you don't want to face, don't think too much about it.

Tell him and believe him.

Wen Yinuo did not give a direct answer.

He turned around, his tear-stained face and his bright, watery eyes were dazzling.

He no longer avoided, but instead deliberately met Fu Jincheng's gaze, as if he was confirming something.

After staring at each other for a long time, an ambiguous light appeared in Wen Yinuo's eyes.

The boy's vision was still blurry and unfocused, as if he was still immersed in painful memories.

The place where his eyes fell was definitely Fu Jincheng's face.

"Fu Jincheng." Wen Yinuo, who still couldn't accurately refute the truth, whispered, "Are you real now?"

Not a memory, nor a dream.

He heard a heavy "yes".

His vision was obscured by the mist in an instant, and Wen Yinuo could not see anything.

He extended his hand to the shadowy figure:

"Fu Jincheng."

"Let me feel the pain."

He still remembers the promise and the agreement he made, and can no longer use the pain of self-harm to confirm the truth.

Then change one.

Seek pain and truth from your loved one.