want to lie to me to love you again

Song Zhicheng must have some other illness that he doesn't know about.

But right now is obviously not the time to explore this, so in the end Fang Zhiyi followed Song Zhicheng's wishes and went out, and even closed the door for him intimately.

But he didn't go far, but leaned against the door, listening to the movement inside.At first, he didn't hear anything, but gradually, he began to hear the sound of ping, ping, ping, ping, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, as if Song Zhicheng had thrown something down.After a while, there was a very dull sound, and Fang Zhiyi almost jumped up in fright.

Subconsciously, he was about to turn the handle and push the door in, but when he put his hand on the doorknob, he hesitated.

Song Zhicheng must be very reluctant to see him now, if he insists on going in to help him, not only will he not be appreciated by him, but he may hide from him because of his embarrassment.

Therefore, the best way right now is to do nothing, wait outside until he calms down, and then go in, pretending that he doesn't know anything.

Fang Zhiyi's decision was correct.

If he went in now, he might still be hurt by Song Zhicheng who had lost his mind.

Song Zhicheng is now like a trapped animal. He is lying on his side on the ground, one hand tightly clutching the wrist of the other, with such strength that it seems as if he wants to insert his nails into it.

He stared blankly at the ugly scar on his wrist, and after a while, he slowly revealed a smile that was uglier than crying.He slowly put that hand into his mouth, and then bit it off, and after a while, wisps of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth and dripped to the ground, but he didn't care.

At this moment, the expression on his face turned out to be relaxed.

Medicine... medicine... where is my medicine...

Song Zhicheng took his hand off, stared blankly at the bleeding wrist for a long time, and finally realized that he was going to take medicine.

He wants to save himself... Yes!medicine... find medicine...

So Song Zhicheng rushed to the bedside table and began to rummage through various drawers.He poured out the contents of the drawer one after another, making a continuous ping-pong-pong sound.

The wrist hurts, but it's not one ten thousandth of a headache.He thought of the method of "self-mutilation" just to relieve his headache before, but he didn't expect it to really work. He was temporarily distracted, and finally felt much better.It's just that the good times don't last long, and when he is immune to that level of pain, his hard days will come.

Occasionally, when his mind was clear, he would think that it would be better to die than to live like this.There have been countless times, he wanted to cut more accurately, once and for all, but in the end, there was always a pair of hands that would bring back his wandering thoughts.

Therefore, whenever he slowed down, he always felt scared.He was really afraid, afraid that he would lose his life in such a muddle-headed way.

When he was sober, he never thought of death, even though life often gave him fatal blows.But when he was sick, he couldn't control himself, as if a foreign soul occupied his body and used his body to do some incredible things.Sometimes, he even has a feeling similar to "spirit out of his body", standing aside and watching his "body" slash his arm with a fruit knife, making wounds, not a fatal wound, but He could slowly bleed to death.

Song Zhicheng finally found the medicine, and with what little strength he had left, he unscrewed the bottle cap, poured all the medicine inside into his mouth and swallowed dryly, then threw the empty bottle aside.

Because of taking the medicine, his sanity became a little clearer, and he was panting "wheezing and wheezing" at this time, and he didn't have any strength in his body, and he even found it difficult to move his little finger.He also heard Fang Zhiyi calling him outside, and seemed to want to come in, but he couldn't even stand up at this moment, let alone walk over to open the door for him.

Therefore, he could only stare at the door, waiting for the final verdict to arrive.In his fantasy, Fang Zhiyi should break through the door in the next second, and then find himself in a mess at this time, and the place is in a mess.

But he didn't.

The knock on the door rang for a long time before it stopped.This made Song Zhicheng feel relieved and grateful at the same time.

I don't know how long it took, but Song Zhicheng felt that he had finally gathered some strength, so he tried to support the bed and stand up.Fortunately, this time his body was still up to the mark. He stood up and only swayed, then stabilized. After resting for a while, he slowly walked over while supporting the wall to open the door for Fang Zhiyi.

So as soon as the door was opened, Attorney Fang immediately got a large "doll" that was warm and comfortable to hold.

Relying on strong willpower, Song Zhicheng barely moved to the door, and when he opened the door, he had no more strength. His body went limp, and he threw himself on Fang Zhiyi's body, and he still heard his teasing, "Song Chu Long, are you throwing yourself into your arms again?"

"..." Song Zhicheng no longer had the energy to respond to him.

Well, so Lawyer Fang had no choice but to half-support and half-hug Song Zhicheng, and put him back on the bed.After entering, seeing the mess on the ground, he wisely didn't ask any more questions, just stepped over calmly, helped him to lie down on the bed, and then casually pressed the cold towel just now on his head.

Then he saw Song Zhicheng's body tremble slightly, and quickly took it off, "What's wrong? Cold?"

Fang Zhiyi tested the temperature with his own hand again, and was surprised to find that the originally hot forehead had become less hot, and he even felt sweat on his hand.

"You sweat so much, no wonder you're cold. Let me fetch water to wipe you off."

Song Zhicheng quickly clasped his hand, "I'll go by myself." But he unpreparedly exposed the hand that was injured just now, he was stunned and hurriedly withdrew, but this time Fang Zhiyi caught him.

"What happened to your hand?"

"..."

"Why did you get hurt?" Just now Fang Zhiyi had focused on helping him and hadn't observed the room much. At this moment, he looked around casually, and immediately found that there were some blood spots all over the ground except for the medicine bottle, and his heart skipped a beat.

What does Song Zhicheng want to do?Suicide or self-harm?

Unexpectedly, Song Zhicheng glanced at the ground indifferently, and said softly, "The headache is unbearable, it's just an accident."

"Is your headache already this bad?"

"Well. It's not a big deal. I just took medicine."

If Fang Zhiyi had a heart at this moment, he should have picked up the medicine bottle, and then he would have discovered that the medicine Song Zhicheng took was not for headaches, but... Unfortunately, normal people don't know how to treat headaches. Think in that direction.

"What did you use to injure it? Is this... tooth marks?"

"Hmm." Song Zhicheng turned his head in embarrassment, not looking at him.

"Sincerely, you have to go to the hospital with me."