strayed into the world

When Quan Ce stepped into the door, he thought he had heard it wrong, and the cracking sound accompanying the door broke into his eardrums clearly.He hoped that he had heard wrongly, wrongly.

... After a few seconds, he suddenly realized that there was nothing wrong. He heard the sound of glass breaking, the broken glass scattered all over the floor, and the figure lying on the ground was like a Monet oil painting with amazing colors and amazing strokes... He had no time to react The pain was unbearable from being shocked, what exactly did he want from him... how...

Holding those skinny shoulders and pulling him up, anger accompanied by distress turned into a hysterical roar,

"What are you doing! Are you crazy? Are you not free enough!" There is more than one person who is crazy at this moment.

Qingche was suddenly grabbed by his arm, feeling that he was strong enough to crush her, her brows were bent, and she couldn't help moaning,

"Pain~"

"Pain? You still know pain! People who want to die still know pain?!"

Don't let him go, never let him go.Quan Ce just wanted to catch him and hold him so that he could not hurt himself again.But he didn't know that he had unknowingly increased the strength in his hand, which made the child's unbearable change from a low moan to a suppressed sob.

Is he going to hit him again?He started to torture him again, he just wanted to drink water, he just broke a cup, why is he angry with him, didn't he hurt him enough?Does he want to be happy watching him die... The anxiety and fear that he couldn't struggle turned into liquid in his eyes, which slipped drop by drop, "Don't hit me, don't hit me again..."

Quan Ce's heart clenched, his fingers were trembling, listening to that broken begging for mercy, Quan Ce was completely defeated...

What kind of existence is he in his heart.Devil or Satan?Whirling and rolling tears, all strategies were defeated by these endless liquids, whether it was red or transparent... let go of the hands that restrained him, and turned to embrace him in his arms, comforting him with jerky tenderness The person trembling with fright in his arms was stroking his back, just like how his mother coaxed him when he was a child,

"Hey, it's okay, I won't hit you, never again...never again..."

He swears to God, if that counts as a promise.

Quan Ce hugged the trembling child in his arms, thinking of the doll someone gave him a long time ago. It was an Italian doll as delicate as him. He loved him at the beginning.

The arm is still repeating mechanically, he is trying hard to learn jerky gentleness, even if it is domineering,

"As long as you recuperate obediently, I promise I will never beat you again." The same words were said to him by a woman more than ten years ago, coaxing him to take the bitter medicine when he had a fever.

"Really? You really don't want to hit me anymore?" The cowardly voice was still trembling uncomfortably, carefully entwining the other party's clothes. The gauze on the wrist was like a decoration.

"I promise."

... Treat it as a promise to him, the first promise to him in this life.

Quan Ce hugged him back to the bed, his hands tightly clenched into fists revealed his cowardice at the moment.Quan Ce saw that the man's collarbone was exposed because he hadn't buttoned it up, and there were several wounds of different depths on it, which looked so shocking on the white skin that hadn't seen light all year round.Almost two weeks have passed, and the scar has not disappeared, sigh.Gently put him on the bed, turned around and put the lunch box in his hand on the table, and called the nurse in to clean up the mess.

After finishing a series of actions, he walked towards that person.

Quan Ce pulled the chair and sat on the edge of the bed. The child sat on the bed quietly with his legs curled up, and the atmosphere was stiff.Quan Ce didn't even dare to speak.Until he spoke first—

"I want to drink water." Quan Ce still listened carefully to the tiny voice.

Quan Ce suddenly realized that he understood what he had seen before. It turned out that he was not going to do something stupid, but just got up to drink water because he was thirsty. ...and he thought he was going to... Ridiculous.

"I'll go get it for you."

Put it on your lips to make sure the water temperature is right before handing it to him.Seeing him taking the crystal glass with those broken hands, he even suspected that they didn't even have the ability to hold the glass.Seeing him sipping in small sips, as cute as a small animal, it seems that he is really thirsty. ... Then it occurred to me that he seemed to be alone when he came in ... and asked him,

"Where's Xu Chi and Xiao Nai?" Obviously knowing that he can't be here alone, these two damned guys still leave without a trace.

Qing Che shook his head, was stunned for a while, and continued to drink water.

Quan Ce was glad that he still came, and seeing him drink up the whole glass of water, he felt more and more that he should bring a few servants of his own.This hospital is really not a place for people to stay.patiently asked him,

"anything else?"

Shaking his head again, a few words popped out of his tender lips with difficulty, Quan Ce tried hard to hear that he was thanking him.

What a fool.Being stupid makes him feel bad.

He took the water glass away from him, sat back on the chair but didn't know what to say.The atmosphere was awkward, there was nothing to talk about between the two of them, they were either ridiculed or scolded, it was the first time they were alone face to face, and he was silent and quiet like a cat curled up on the bed.Quan Ce tried hard to find a common topic between the two of them, after thinking about it, he decided to speak first,

"...Will that... still hurt?"

I regret it when I speak.It was too late for Quan Ce to regret.

The child's face was already pale, and his arms unconsciously hugged his shoulders... His chin was buried in his knees, and most of his small face was covered.A muffled voice resounded lightly,

"No, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"..." There was another silence, Quan Ce was at a loss for words.

"Do you want to eat chocolate?" Simply changing the subject, thanks to Quan Ce for chocolate has become the only good topic between them.

Sure enough... the child showed big black eyes, and blinked at him blankly and curiously, "Can I eat?"

"Of course." Quan Ce answered him affirmatively, and suddenly changed the topic again.He said solemnly, "But you have to finish the chicken soup first."

"Chicken soup?... Finished?" He stared blankly at Quan Ce who had been busy for a long time, then came over with a bowl of steaming soup, and said,

"Chen boiled it for you. She said it was for blood."

"..." Nodding, Qing Che was about to reach out to pick up the soup delivered by Quan Ce, but was stopped by that person domineeringly,

"do not move!"

"Ah!?" Startled by his sudden scolding, Qing Che immediately withdrew her hand and did not dare to move.Quan Ce was annoyed and helpless, so he had no choice but to explain simply,

"very hot."

Hearing Quan Ce's words, a trace of surprise flashed in Qing Che's eyes as dark as ink, and then he returned to timidity.Very low voice,

"I'm not afraid of being hot."

Quan Ce was taken aback and almost knocked over the soup. He said he was not afraid of being scalded... Thinking of the bracelet, he also said that he was not afraid of being scalded, and he didn't complain of pain when his hand was put into the high temperature water, but his hand was still burned the next day I took a big piece and packed it with medicine for a week.

... It's not that he's not afraid of the heat, but that he's so painful that he forgets the pain. …Scooped a spoonful and put it to his mouth to blow, and felt that the temperature was right before handing it to his mouth,

"Don't touch it even if it's hot."

Qing Che paused for a while, but still drank the soup with Quan Ce's hand.Qingche felt that she must be as unreal as in a dream. Before she woke up, he was still so fierce to him, and he hated him so she desperately pierced his body... After waking up, he actually sat in front of her and fed him softly. Drinking chicken soup... he didn't dare to blink, and he didn't dare to speak. Could it be because he lost a lot of blood that he attracted a little bit of concern? Was he pitying him? ...Qing Che guessed but didn't dare to go beyond that film.

"You have to finish drinking, you know?"

"But... so many."

"Huh?!" Hawkeye glared at him, Quan Ce knew that the coercion and lure would definitely work. "Don't you want to eat chocolate?"

"No, I'll just drink what I want." Quan Ce frowned most fearfully, as soon as he frowned, his sky would collapse.There were too many things in it that he couldn't bear, Qing Che took a big gulp, the hot soup poured into his throat and choked him violently, and he spit out the soup that he just drank, splashing all over the man.Qing Che panicked and didn't care about other things. She grabbed her sleeve and wiped the man's skirt, apologizing persistently.

"Yes, I'm sorry...ahem!..." "Enough!"

Quan Ce held the hands that were flailing with teeth and claws, not letting him move.Empty's other hand covered his back, the not-so-gentle caress stunned the nervous person in his arms, and felt the body under the cloth tremble.Quan Ce's tone was much softer.

"That's enough, stop saying sorry."

Not worth it, not worth it.

"Clothes...dirty..."

"Just take care of yourself."

The person in his arms stopped talking, Quan Ce didn't stop what he was doing, and patted his back to help him breathe.Looking down at the child's breathing gradually became steady, the flush on both cheeks receded and replaced with a sickly white.Three or two sentences are distressing,

"Better?"

"En." Qing Che nodded, looked at the hand held by Quan Ce, shyly climbed up her cheeks, wanted to withdraw but couldn't resist the man's strength, and whispered softly, "...hand..."

Quan Ce heard what he meant and let go of his hand.The tenderness in the palm was instantly submerged by the cold wind, and some were nostalgic for the cool body temperature, but they couldn't go beyond half a step.Simply continue the previous action, put a spoonful of chicken soup to his mouth,

"Hey, finish the last drink."

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In fact, at the end of the day, Qing Che still didn't let Qing Che finish the big pot of chicken soup. He still waited for Xu Chi to come back and bought him chocolates. He still... didn't say the sentence that I've been wanting to say for a long time but was so late. I'm sorry. .

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