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The long process of detoxification has begun, and now it is just beginning. Wen Qiyu is basically tied to the bed with a rope all day long, struggling constantly.

Wen Qiyu has been tormented by the aftertaste of the drug so delirious that sometimes he can only utter vague ravings.

During the day, Gu Yan spends time with Wen Qiyu in the hospital whenever he has time.

When he first appeared, the attitudes of other bed companions were not very good.

Treating Gu Yan is more of a dispensable Cold War attitude.

Things got a lot better as the incident progressed.

But it still made Gu Yan feel chilled and guilty.

What he thinks of over and over in his heart every day is the wrong things he did to Wen Qiyu.

He had never known before that the feeling of guilt was such a torment.

Sometimes he could feel that his nerves were about to be ground to pieces, but bit by bit they grew out bit by bit.

No matter what he saw, he could always think of Wen Qiyu and his suffering.

Everywhere he walked, did Wen Qiyu stand here and shed tears?

It was dusk now, and Wen Qiyu had been tossing about for another day, and finally fell asleep.

Gu Yan quietly looked at his side face, and used a warm wet towel to outline his thin outline bit by bit.

The current Wen Qiyu can't even be called delicate and handsome. The pain of these times has made him skinny and pale.

But never at that moment, such Wen Qiyu made Gu Yan feel that it was worth waiting for.

Yan Shen stood outside the door poking a cigarette, occasionally hearing a few screams and roars.

With a bang, the door opened.

"Tsk tsk..." Yan Xin wiped the blood on her hands with a towel, and walked out unsteadily.

"Are you out of trial?" Yan Shen threw away the cigarette in his hand and raised his head to ask.

"The mouth is really not usually strict, but I still asked it out."

Yan Shen glanced back at the dark room: "It's time for the note, hand it over."

"Okay Dad."

"I told you to call me the boss!"

"Don't care so much, Dad, everyone knows that you are young, and you are the boss!"

Yan Shen's head was full of crosses: "Believe it or not, I'll beat you brat!"

"How can you be willing, Dad, hehehe..."

Li Zhe is sitting in the office of the police station sorting out Cui Yi's information, this time he wants to put Cui Yi in prison with his own hands!

"Beep beep..."

"Hello, I'm Li Zhe."

"It's me." A hoarse voice came from the phone, it was Yan Shen.

"Oh, what's going on?"

"Well, it's out. Go to the hospital."

"Great!" Li Zhe stood up from the chair at once, "I'm going to the hospital now, you tell me the details."

After Li Zhe greeted the people around him, he drove to the hospital immediately.

In fact, since Wen Qiyu was hospitalized, Yan Shen, Yan Xin and Wu Zhixing have been interrogating and inspecting Cui Yi's base and the specific ingredients of the drugs injected into Wen Qiyu.

After several rounds of interrogation, Cui Yi let go.

After seeing the doctor, Li Zhe went to Wen Qiyu's ward immediately. He looked through the window and saw that Gu Yan was sitting by the bed and wiping Wen Qiyu's face while he was sleeping.

Li Zhe frowned, this Gu Yan...

At this time the doctor came from the corridor and knocked on the door.

Li Zhe turned his head and smiled at the doctor friendly, but the doctor was so shameless that he ignored him and opened the door to enter the room.

Li Zhe smiled wryly, the doctor was still full of hostility towards him...

The doctor walked into the ward and gave Wen Qiyu an injection.

Then Gu Yan stopped him and questioned him, with a look of anxiety and expectation on his face.

Li Zhe narrowed his eyes.

Maybe it was because of sleeping during the day, Wen Qiyu woke up in the middle of the night.

He has been quitting drugs recently, but his body is much better than before, and he doesn't know if it's because of the drugs. Sometimes his thinking is even sharper than before.

So as soon as he woke up, he felt someone holding his hand.

Wen Qiyu turned around and saw the face that tortured him in his dream, Gu Yan.

Didn't you leave at night...?

Wen Qiyu's taste was so strong that he wanted to drink some water. He half propped himself up, and just as he stretched out his hand, he suddenly felt that the taste had changed into another feeling.

Hunger and thirst sticking out of the body and guts.

Wen Qiyu: "En...!"

He knew the feeling, the fretful, addictive feeling that made one want to bite his tongue and kill himself.

The drug addiction fell again, Wen Qiyu's hands trembled, and he wanted to take it back, but he knocked over the cup on the table uncontrollably.

"Ayu!" Gu Yan woke up and shouted.

Gu Yan could tell what happened from Wen Qiyu's bluish-white face and the way he frowns and clenched his teeth.

Before Wen Qiyu could struggle, he immediately hugged him.

"Ayu! Ayu is fine! I'm here!! I'm here! Don't be afraid, bear with it, hold it in!"

"Let go of me!... Let go, let go of me!...Ah...uh..." Wen Qiyu kept struggling in Gu Yan's arms, and the strong Gu Yan couldn't hold him at all.

Gu Yan forcefully moved Wen Qiyu's head and kissed it.

"Uh...uh!" Wen Qiyu was frightened, but he was still struggling desperately. Is this person... crazy now! !

Gu Yan left Wen Qiyu and stroked his head: "Hey, bear with it, it will be fine soon, shall we drink water?"

Gu Yan took the posture of coaxing a child, coaxing his parents and coaxing him, and finally helped Wen Qiyu tide over the difficulties after more than an hour.

"Is Ayu sleepy? Go to sleep~" Gu Yan sat on the head of the bed, hugged Wen Qiyu in his arms, and kissed his forehead.

Wen Qiyu didn't respond at all, and was half embraced by Gu Yan as if he didn't care at all.

When Gu Yan saw Wen Qiyu's attitude, his heart ached.

Under the cover of night, he adjusted his cheerful tone: "Ayu, can I sing you a song?"

Black hair coiled in a circle

Entwined with all the nostalgia for you

with a translucent face

The language of the mouth does not deceive at all

……

It's obviously a very cheerful song, but Gu Yan's emphasis is full of tenderness and relief.

Wen Qiyu's originally indifferent eyes softened unconsciously.

What was behind was not the cold floor, nor the mattress that smelled of disinfectant, but Gu Yan's chest, warmed by human body heat.

Wen Qiyu gradually became really sleepy, and slowly closed his eyes.

He thought, if things were not like this, if he hadn't just met Gu Yan, would he still be in this situation, would not have had deeper pain and injuries, and would not have such a warm chest...