in2ebook Chapter 152 The Scorching Sun (51 pages)
Chapter 152 The Scorching Sun (51 pages)
0529 watched as the water in the bathtub gradually deepened, and the wound soaked in the water began to turn slightly white.
However, Qi Xuan still did not return.
As the water deepened in color, the boy's already pale face was shrouded in an even more somber hue.
The system could only watch helplessly.
Gu Yao wouldn't let him interfere, so he couldn't move.
He flew towards the door, wanting to see if Qi Xuan had returned, but looking at the empty, dark apartment, the system's heart sank again.
Is this chosen one of destiny any good?
They messed up at the crucial moment.
? ? !
If you don't come back soon, the host will be dead.
Xiao Jiu scratched her head, anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing around in circles.
If he still has hair now, he's probably bald.
He flew from Gu Yao's room to the outside of the room the moment he heard the door open.
For the first time, Tong Sheng felt like he was about to cry tears of joy.
Qi Xuan was panting heavily, clearly having rushed back in a hurry.
The hair at her temples was slightly damp, and the apartment looked empty and dark.
My heart sank to the bottom instantly.
In the past, a small yellow light would always be on in the living room, with the boy curled up in the corner of the sofa.
No matter when he comes back.
But today, there wasn't...
There were no lights, and... no one?
Qi Xuan walked into the apartment and looked at the sliver of light leaking from the crack in the boy's room door. His heart, which should have been at peace, was not calm.
It's still hanging by a thread.
Trembling with fear, as if walking on thin ice.
With each step he took closer to the boy's door, his heart sank a little deeper.
Even if she was angry with him, A-Yao wouldn't avoid seeing him when he returned.
unless……
problem occurs!
Qi Xuan's heart pounded wildly at the thought of this possibility.
He strode forward and pushed open the boy's door.
There was no one in the bed.
The bed was so clean and tidy that it looked like no one had ever slept there.
The boy was always a bit lazy and didn't like making his bed.
The bed always bears traces of the messiness of daily life.
But now, only a silent, tidy place remains.
Not angry.
The sound of the heating coming from the bathroom made Qi Xuan slowly turn his frozen steps.
The bathroom door was not closed properly.
Qi Xuan pushed open the bathroom door, and along with the steaming water came the lingering smell of blood.
A poignant red unfolded before the young man's eyes.
Bright to the point of being blinding.
Bright yellow rose petals covered the entire bathtub, each floating petal tinged with a poignant red.
The vibrant sunflower is a passionate yet gentle bloom.
His pristine white shirt was stained crimson with blood, and the sunflower he held in front of him covered most of his chest. The boy's expression was serene and gentle.
It was as if all the troubles of the world had been let go.
She looked quiet and pitiful.
Qi Xuan had no idea how she managed to pull the boy out of the bathtub.
The moment I saw the boy lying in the bathtub, his face pale.
His brain was no longer capable of thinking.
He picked up his Ah Yao, and the boy leaned softly against him without making a sound.
The boy's hands, which had been folded across his chest, came undone and then fell limply to his sides, with bright red blood slowly dripping down the whitish, rotting wound.
Red specks dotted the white floor tiles.
The blooming sunflowers swayed gently on the rippling water.
The moment the boy's thin body fell into his palm, Qi Xuan felt an indescribable panic and bitterness fill his heart.
He wanted to speak, but his throat felt blocked, preventing him from making a sound.
They tore off a towel from the bathroom and hastily bandaged the boy's wrist, barely managing to stop the bleeding.
He tried to calm himself down; he knew that only he could save A Yao now.
But with hands trembling along with heart, how could one easily stop?
Qi Xuan wrapped the blanket tightly around the body, which had lost its warmth and was now chilled to the bone.
In big cities at night, the nightlife is just beginning.
Qi Xuan pressed the accelerator, staring intently ahead, ignoring the traffic lights.
The apartment is not too far from the hospital.
This was the first time Qi Xuan felt that this distance was like an insurmountable chasm.
His wildly beating heart had lost its normal rhythm, and the tense muscles throughout his body made his hands feel like withered tree branches that could be snapped in two with a single touch.
But he knew he couldn't panic.
His Ah Yao is still waiting for him to save him.
Qi Xuan glanced at the boy out of the corner of his eye.
The boy's pale face, under the flickering streetlights, conveyed a sense of fragile vulnerability.
Qi Xuan felt a stinging sensation in his eyes as he watched, and tears streamed down his face like a burst dam.
The boy was like a lifeless rag doll, slumped softly against the back of the chair.
The only thing that could keep Qi Xuan on his toes was the barely perceptible rise and fall of the boy's chest.
This serves as proof that the boy is still alive.
"A-Yao, don't sleep, don't leave me alone, okay?"
"We haven't traveled around China yet."
"Don't you like the food in southern Yunnan? I'll take you there next time, okay?"
"I haven't... I haven't proposed to you yet..."
"..."
"..."
His voice was choked with sobs, and no one but himself could understand what he was saying.
The hospital has heard the most devout prayers.
When science fails to provide solace, one can only find a sliver of hope in the realm of non-science.
Qi Xuan looked at the bright red surgical field in front of him and felt it was so glaring for the first time.
Blindingly red.
It was like the crimson color of the entire bathtub.
Disgusting.
He looked at his hands, which were so stiff that he couldn't move them.
It carried the chill of late autumn in B City, as well as the boy's bone-chilling body temperature.
Two winding, dried bloodstains remained on the back of his hand.
It was both decadent and heartbreakingly beautiful.
He didn't know how he released the boy's body, watching a group of medical staff push the boy into the life-or-death operating room.
Qi Xuan felt as if a guillotine was hanging over his head, awaiting the verdict.
Then one will know whether one is alive or dead.
His mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts, and he couldn't find a single thread that could calm him down and help him sort things out.
His increasingly unbalanced heart rate made him feel as if his soul had already flown away to another world.
The only thing holding this soul together is the life or death of the boy.
The long trial will eventually come to an end.
Fortunately, this desperate wait on the edge of a knife has yielded a good result.
Gu Yao survived.
The moment the doctor announced the verdict, the soul that had been wandering outside this mortal body was violently pulled back.
I regained my perception of the world.
Seeing the faint but steady rise and fall of the boy's chest, Qi Xuan reached out and touched the boy's pale cheek.
It is no longer bone-chillingly cold.
Instead, it was somewhat warm.
At that moment, the drooping corners of his eyes and the upturned corners of his mouth intertwined in a strange yet harmonious way on the young man's handsome face.