two-way mark

Ward corridor.

Fu Rong didn't sit on the stool anymore, he walked to the window to watch the sudden heavy rain and lightning outside.

The thunder rumbled, and the cars parked on the side of the road sounded their alarms one after another, and Fu Rong's bad premonition became stronger and stronger.

At the same time, in a small clinic in the far corner of the hospital where they were located.

Chi Xiye was woken up by the thunder, his heart beating non-stop.

He blinked in confusion in the darkness, turned on the lamp embedded in the wall near the hospital bed, stood up with difficulty and took a sip from the water glass on the bedside.

He didn't swallow it, but just shook it in his mouth for a while, took a disposable paper cup and handed it to his mouth to catch it, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

I don't know if it was because of the pain in the back of the neck or because of the dream just now, the inner wall of the mouth was bitten off unconsciously by Chi Xiye, leaving only the bloody smell in his mouth.

He reached out and took out a bag of painkillers from the drawer, put it in front of his eyes for a while, and finally put it back intact.

Chi Xiye had no way to turn his head, so he could only move his body, watching the waterfall-like rainstorm outside from the corner of his eye, and suddenly realized.

No wonder I had that dream again.

He dreamed of his brother's funeral, and it was the same rainstorm as now.

He was holding a black umbrella, and the seamless cold raindrops still soaked the black suit on his body.

Someone whispered: "It's so pitiful, why didn't the little one die."

"How can a small one compare to a big one? It's still a useless Omega."

"That's right, he really should die for his brother."

"Oh, don't tell me, if it wasn't for his laziness and unwillingness to go out, his brother would never go out for him."

"That's why he killed his brother."

People without facial features gradually gathered around, saying "it should be you", Chi Xiye was forced to a corner, everyone was pointing at him, he could only crouch down with his head in his arms, scolded by others.

He's unworthy, he's useless, damn it, no one in the world will ever love him again.

But suddenly, a pair of hands brushed aside the crowd surrounding him, and gently touched the top of his hair, "Xiaochi, I like you."

Chi Xiye looked up in surprise and saw Yan Cheng smiling at him tenderly.

Since the death of his mother and brother, no one has been so gentle and kind to him.

He didn't know anything, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, he plunged into Yan Cheng's arms without hesitation.

There is finally another person in the world who really likes him and treats him sincerely.

However, in the next second, the screen shook violently, and when he calmed down again, Yan Cheng had already changed another face, and said coldly and resentfully: "I never want to be nice to you."

A pair of scissors formed from the palm of Yan Cheng's palm, and he stabbed fiercely at the back of Chi Xiye's neck: "Chi Xiye, you are the one who deserves to be damned!"

As soon as Chi Xiye recalled the scene in his dream, he felt the back of his neck burn again, as if someone had stabbed him with a sharp knife in the back of his neck, stirred it up, and his flesh was bloody.

Wen Yuze asked him before leaving this evening: "Yeye, why are you so cruel to Yan Cheng?"

Chi Xiye closed his eyes and did not answer.

Yes, why?

Probably because Yan Cheng's attitude towards him is completely different from that of others, creating a dream for him, making him think that he is special and loved.

Then when he was weakest and confused, he showed his disgust and broke this dream with his own hands.

If Yan Cheng had made it clear from the beginning that this was just a transaction, he would not have offered his sincerity without reservation.

The more you trust, the more embarrassing the result.

The pain from the back of the neck made Chi Xiye's whole body tremble slightly, but under the torment of this pain, his head became clearer.

He thought again, Yan Cheng seemed to have done nothing wrong.

From beginning to end, he was the only one who was wrong.

Chi Xiye clenched his cheeks tightly, the back of his neck seemed to be burned and beaten, and he almost vomited out of pain.

Painkillers can no longer be taken, he just took it not long ago, but he didn't expect it to expire so quickly.

Chi Xiye lay down and moved his body, his thighs stretched out from the quilt, and the bloodstains from his own scratches were clearly visible on them.

Go to sleep.

Chi Xiye thought, it's all over, and it won't hurt to fall asleep.

The rain gradually stopped.

Fu Rong waited and waited in the corridor, and finally when the person in charge and the dean left, he immediately walked into the ward and found Yan Cheng looking out the window.

He walked over and asked, "What's the good view?"

"The rain has stopped." Yan Cheng turned his head back, "It looks like tomorrow will be a fine weather."

"Hmm." Fu Rong was noncommittal, and then asked tentatively, "What have you been talking about for so long? You even called the dean here?"

"It's nothing." Yan Cheng moved his fingers, but he didn't grab what he wanted to grab, and slowly spread his palms, "Don't worry, I will live well."

"Tch, who's worried about you anymore." Fu Rong also found that Yan Cheng's palm was empty, and he looked around, but couldn't find the small box.

"Yan Cheng..." Fu Rong hesitated for a moment, and a voice in his heart urged him to ask, "Where's... the box?"

"Ah..." Yan Cheng lowered his head, glanced at his empty palm, "I was taken away by the principal."

"Do you know?" Yan Cheng turned his face to the side and looked at Fu Rong emptily.

The torrential rain outside had stopped, but the thunderstorms continued. Purple lightning struck through the window, instantly illuminating Yan Cheng's eyes. At that moment, Yan Cheng's eyeballs were like clear amber, without any Emotion and vitality, but that moment passes quickly.

Fu Rong asked, "What?"

"When Xiaochi was in heat, I locked him in the room alone." Yan Cheng's eyes were slightly absent, as if Chi Xiye had appeared in front of him again at that time, and he saw himself frowning, Break off Chi Xiye's fingers one by one, avoiding them like snakes.

Fu Rong felt that Yan Cheng just needed someone to confide in, and didn't need his answer, so he didn't say anything.

Sure enough, Yan Cheng didn't care about his reaction, and said slowly: "I promised him not to let go, he begged me like that, begged me not to go, begged me to mark him, but I didn't..."

"But at that time, before I could react, I grabbed him by physical reflex." Yan Cheng said: "I immediately contacted the doctor after I came out, and then stood guard at the door of the room. He was crying inside, and I Listening to it outside, I feel so distressed that I want to cry, I want to rush in and hug him."

"But at that time, I didn't know who I liked, so I asked myself, am I worthy to go in and mark him? Xiaochi didn't know anything, he was devoted to me, but I was kept in the dark from this to the end."

"I was very upset at the time. I thought of Chi Xize when I was a child, and Chi Xiye who called me 'Sir'."

Yan Cheng sat on the edge of the bed, his good family education allowed him to keep his back straight even if he sat casually.

He was still wearing a white shirt, and his back showed a clear outline under the light—he was trembling slightly, but he tried his best to suppress the trembling, and his movements were so small that they were almost invisible.

"Later I couldn't bear it anymore, Xiaochi kept calling me, I was about to open the door and go in, but the doctor came."

"I breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt uncomfortable in my heart, so I chose to escape."

Yan Cheng's eyes slowly focused, fixed on the wound on his palm, "I left the doctor at home and went out by myself for several hours, and then I wanted to go back and confess, I wanted to have a good chat with Xiao Chi, about his brother, also about him."

"But I'm too late." Yan Cheng's back suddenly collapsed, as if he had exhausted all his strength to support him. He closed his eyes, but he could still feel hot tears flowing from the corners of his eyes: "From that moment on, , everything is too late."

The ward was quiet for a long time, no one spoke, only the occasional sound of breathing.

Even the thunder stopped outside the window.

Fu Rong took out two tissues and stuffed them into Yan Cheng's hands, and after a long silence, he said, "None of us thought that Chi Xiye would have such a strong temper."

He sighed, and said truthfully: "Actually, you should have told him straight from the beginning that you took care of him because of Chi Xize." Fu Rong said, "Sometimes concealment is also a kind of deception."

"Yes." Yan Cheng grabbed a tissue and roughly wiped his face, "If I had made it clear from the beginning, then no matter what happened to us later, it wouldn't be like this."

Yan Cheng paused, and when Fu Rong thought he would not speak again, he suddenly spoke: "Actually, I was going to say it at first, but the longer I wait, the more I can't speak."

When Chi Xiye looked at him with such focused and enthusiastic eyes, he lost the ability to organize words rationally.

"I looked back now and realized that I actually fell in love with him from the very beginning." Yan Cheng said, "In that conference room, the moment I met my gaze, my heart was moved."

"It's a pity." Yan Cheng stroked the back of his neck subconsciously, "It's a pity, I understand too late."