110 – Who did you see?
Episode 110: Who Did You See?
Xie Qingcheng’s body stiffened.
He quietly opened his eyes in the darkness.
Naturally, he hadn’t wanted to share a bed with He Yu. However, since he felt terrible, he wanted to avoid any pointless arguments.
As Xie Qingcheng’s body grew taut with tension, He Yu, realizing he was awake, whispered into his ear.
“Hyung, let’s sleep together. It’s too cold.”
“……That’s why I told you to sleep in the bed.”
Xie Qingcheng looked ready to get up.
“Don’t go down. I’m freezing to death.”
“…….”
“I’m really cold. Xie Qingcheng… I’ll just hold you.”
He Yu was indeed behaving calmly, without any suspicious signs. The young man’s body Read on Read BL Novelspressed against his back was as hot as a heater. The claim that he was visit our sitefreezing to death seemed like a lie, but Xie Qingcheng decided to keep his mouth shut.
Just let him be.
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes again and tried to relax, feeling the warmth of the young man clinging to his side.
The chest of the twenty-year-old youth, brimming with vitality, pressed firmly against his back. It was a position where everything from the heartbeat to the heat was transmitted vividly. His body, which had been shivering from the cold, calmed down, and drowsiness slowly crept in.
Unfortunately, unlike his body, his mind could not relax. As soon as he fell asleep, Xie Qingcheng dreamed of Yi Beihai holding a kitchen knife, head tilted back, laughing like a madman.
Qin Ciyan’s corpse fell from the window like a marionette with its strings cut.
The corpse suddenly transformed into countless swarms of jellyfish floating in the sea, scattering over the cafes and grocery stores of a Brooklyn street at sunset.
The man who had been like a second father to him smiled as he walked out of the grocery store carrying a bag.
—Xiao Xie…….
That smile spread faintly amidst the dazzling sunset. The sunset light, turned to blood, overflowed beneath the ruined corpse before being washed away by the rain.
Zhou Muying and Xie Ping were lying at the scene of a traffic accident. Under the pouring rain, police lines were drawn, and fierce flames from a large cargo truck that caused the accident soared into the sky…….
That light licked the sky like the tongue of a monster. At the Qingkang Psychiatric Hospital, Jiang Lanpei hummed quietly.
—Throw it… throw it… throw the handkerchief, throw it [visit our site]softly behind the little child, unauthorized copyno one must tell the child…….
He ran into the hospital, but it was already too late. The owner of the corpse, lying in pieces on the floor, was none other than Xie Xue.
“Xie Qingcheng! Xie Qingcheng! Wake up! Wake up!”
Two peach blossom eyes with sharp corners suddenly snapped open. His pupils were constricted like pinpoints. Xie Qingcheng gasped for air, drenched in cold sweat. He Yu’s face appeared in his blurred vision.
He Yu was leaning over, supporting himself with one hand beside the pillow, while lightly tapping Xie Qingcheng’s cheek with the other. His voice sounded anxious.
“Wake up. You just had a nightmare.”
Had the nightmare bled into reality? Even though he was awake, Xie Qingcheng’s mind was in chaos.
He Yu’s face, so close, came into view. That face, where kindness and handsomeness coexisted, overlapped with the face from the club in the past.
For a moment, he felt as if he had returned to the black leather sofa of the club. Now it was He Yu’s turn to pour dark red wine over his chest.
Xie Qingcheng bolted upright and firmly shook off He Yu’s touch.
“Don’t… touch… gasp… get… away from me.”
Though exhausted by the combination of his illness and the nightmare, his gaze shone with a sharp, cold intensity.
It was an instinctive repulsion.
“…….”
He Yu was not a saint with a gentle personality. It would be a lie to say it didn’t hurt to have his kindness rejected.
However, the sight of Xie Qingcheng’s pale hand trembling faintly entered his vision. Xie Qingcheng soon buried his face in his palms. Even his fingertips were shaking.
He Yu fell into silence.
He had surely contributed to Xie Qingcheng’s nightmare to some extent.
The young man’s expression gradually grew gloomy. With every single touch, Xie Qingcheng was instinctively recalling the past.
It must be a memory that Xie Qingcheng never wants to recall again.
No matter how much kindness he showed or how much he longed for him, no matter how much he wanted to hold and comfort him, Xie Qingcheng had no choice but to reject him.
Looking at it this way, it felt as if his very existence only worsened Xie Qingcheng’s condition.
He Yu’s gaze was passionate yet powerless. After staring at Xie Qingcheng in silence for a long time, he finally suppressed the desire to approach the man and, with a dark expression, climbed out of bed and walked out the door.
Xie Qingcheng sat alone on the bed. The warmth left by the two of them lingered.
The warmth gradually cooled. He leaned back against [Read on Read BL Novels]the bed, tilting his slender neck slightly and slowly closing his eyes.
He didn’t care whether He Yu left or not. He didn’t care if the brat resented him or if he got hurt outside.
At one time, he had wanted to give his last remaining drop of hot blood to He Yu. But that night at the club, He Yu had personally poured that blood onto the floor like trash.
Even if the two of them shared life and death together again, Xie Qingcheng could not accept He Yu with the same mindset as before.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t accept him.
As he was calmly composing himself alone, the door creaked open again shortly after.
Unexpectedly, He Yu returned with a glass of water. Faint steam rose from it, as if it had been freshly boiled.
The young man held the cup out to the man.
“Drink this.”
“…….”
He Yu kept his eyes down and persisted.
“When I was alone at home and had nightmares, I always drank a glass of warm water. It makes you feel much more at ease.”
It was certainly true.
On a freezing night, amidst the lingering effects of a nightmare, it wasn’t easy to resist the temptation of a glass of warm water.
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes tightly and then opened them. After a small murmur of thanks, he took the cup, took two white pills from the medicine bottle on the bedside table, and swallowed them with the warm water.
“Is that the treatment drug for Psychological Ebola that you take?”
“Yeah.”
After swallowing the medicine, he took a few more sips of water. Gradually, his body calmed down, and color returned to his lips. When He Yu tried to pick up the medicine bottle to examine it, he raised his hand to stop him.
“It’s not the kind of medicine you take. You mustn’t use it.”
“Are you sure it’s actually effective? You still seem to be in bad shape.”
At those words, Xie Qingcheng looked up at He Yu.
“Are you the doctor, or am I?”
“……Fine, you’re the doctor. Happy now?”
He Yu put the medicine bottle down and turned to head back outside.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m annoyed because of you. Suddenly bolting up, shivering because it’s cold. I’m done playing nurse; I’m going outside to look at the stars.”
Leaving behind a flimsy excuse, he departed.
Naturally, he had no intention of looking at the stars. His heart simply felt aching and hot.
He wanted to hold and comfort the man who had woken up from a nightmare. Seeing him shiver with a furrowed brow in his sleep, even a perverse streak of sadism reared its head. In his heart, he wanted to have intense sex right then and there.
When one suppresses emotions and ignores strong desires, the mind gradually breaks down.
Emotional exhaustion is a miserable thing. Moreover, He Yu had to pretend to be calm in front of Xie Qingcheng.
He Yu walked to an empty field, took out the cold jackknife he always carried, and pressed it against his wrist. Above it lay the scars he had left over the years while tormenting himself.
This mental illness requires a sacrifice of blood—whether by harming others or self-harm—for the symptoms to subside.
He didn’t want to hurt Xie Qingcheng. His kindred spirit, Xie Qingcheng, had already suffered many wounds. Therefore, the only person he could harm was himself.
As the blood seeped out, the sensation of pain conversely became numb.
He Yu threw the jackknife to the ground and clutched his hair with a tingling hand. Holding his head, he stood in place and screamed silently within. He wanted to escape the pain, but the path ahead was pitch black.
Sometimes he wondered. If he hadn’t done those things to Xie Qingcheng at the [stolen content]club back then, would everything have been unauthorized copy[Read on Read BL Novels]different? Would there have been a better turning point?
The sound of the night wind brushed against the loess hills, echoing and shaking the withered jujube leaves. He Yu fought desperately to control his emotions while facing the cold wind.
Just then, the sound of rustling footsteps was heard from afar.
He Yu raised his bloodshot eyes and instinctively fixed his gaze in the direction of the sound.
The owner of the footsteps was someone wearing red clothes. Because they wore a windproof scarf and had the collar of their windbreaker raised, their face was not clearly visible.
However, judging by the build, it looked like a thin woman. This meant it wasn’t the mistress of the farmhouse.
The woman approaching the farmhouse lingered in front of the window, standing on tiptoe several times to try and peer inside.
He Yu paused for a moment.
The window the woman was trying to look through was the room where he and Xie Qingcheng were staying.
He Yu composed himself and stood up.
This region, Qingli County, was a strange place where nothing would be surprising if it happened. Yi Beihai, Lu Yuzhu, and Zhuang Zhiqiang’s missing daughter, Zhao Xue… they were all from Qingli County. It was as if one region had gathered all sorts of murder cases, disappearances, and dark forces like an invisible black net.
And yet, two outsiders were wandering around digging up traces of the past; there was no way they wouldn’t be noticed.
Honestly, it wouldn’t be strange if someone had been ordered to come and kill them, [visit our site]so He Yu had been on guard [visit our site]since arriving near Qingli County. Even when he slept, he intended to keep every nerve on edge.
Anyway, he feared neither murder nor blood. Anyone attempting to harm He Yu was committing a suicidal act by throwing themselves into the muzzle of his gun.
—Within He Yu, a pathological pain that needed to be resolved was piled up like layers of grime.
If an opponent tried to stab them with a knife, he would rip open their stomach and pull out their lungs under the guise of self-defense.
Keeping his gaze fixed on the red-clothed figure who had not yet discovered him, He Yu held his breath and slowly approached.
The suspicious silhouette of the woman was reflected in his crazed, red eyes. Approaching from behind without being detected, he observed her actions. It was then.
The woman put one hand behind her back as if trying to take something out.
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Could it be a gun?
Hiding in the darkness, he was one step faster than the woman. The moment she gripped the hard object tucked into her waist, a sharp knife touched her back.
Immediately, an ice-cold voice rang out from behind.
“Don’t move.”
The woman’s slender body jolted in a spasm.
The tip of He Yu’s knife, tracing her spine, slid down beside the hand hidden inside the windbreaker.
“Put the object down.”
“…….”
He Yu spoke in a more threatening tone.
“Put it down.”
Only then did the woman speak.
“……There are no other options, are there?”
“None.”
A short silence followed.
The woman also seemed to have judged that she had no choice but to listen to He Yu.
Soon, a heavy object fell to the ground with a thud.
Because it was dark, He Yu didn’t know exactly what the object was, nor did he have the desire to check right now.
He Yu commanded the woman.
“Good. Now put both hands up and turn around.”
“…….”
“Turn this way.”
The woman had no choice but to slowly turn around as requested. In the pitch black, He Yu met a pair of eyes that were extremely familiar. They were eyes he had definitely seen somewhere before.
“Lower the scarf.”
“……”
“Now.”
The distant, echoing sound of dogs barking served as the background music for this eerie confrontation in the rural village.
The woman glared at He Yu with both eyes, then slowly raised her hand to grab the windproof scarf. Then—.
Without warning, she grabbed He Yu’s hand and twisted it back. With a strength that could not come from such a thin build, she pushed He Yu away and swung her leg like a whip. As He Yu quickly created distance, the woman took the opportunity to flee forward. Cursing internally, He Yu grabbed the woman’s windbreaker.
The woman shouted in an irritable voice,
“Let go!”
Of course, He Yu did not let go. In the fierce struggle, clothes were torn and the scarf fell, partially revealing the woman’s face.
He had considered and kept in mind every possible person it could be. After all, he possessed a stoic personality that did not fear violent criminals. Even so, the moment a faint light spilled over the woman’s face, he was momentarily stunned.
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