Reunion and the Struggle to Mend the Broken Heart

"Xiaomo... Are you really not going to see Rufeng?" Bihua looked at the silent Mo, not knowing what to do anymore.

Two days ago, he said he was very tired, so she didn't force him. After all, he must have been terribly frightened.

Why on earth was it such a coincidence to encounter a street killer?

...However, Brother Ye was really something. It was bad enough that Xiaomo was sullen, but why did he have to be as sullen as him!

She was so tired from running around for both of them... Oh, only now did she remember the good things about Chen. If he were here, she could just leave Xiaomo to him and focus on running to the hospital.

Joking aside, she had so much work to do. The hospital, Xiaomo, and the laboratory all required her efforts. Was she supposed to be split into three people?

"...I'm so tired. I don't want to go out." Mo said the same excuse faintly.

"...What happened between you and Brother Ye?" Bihua asked carefully.

"...Nothing, Bihua. Don't worry."

Bihua came every day, sometimes bringing food, and sometimes bringing ingredients, pestering Mo to cook and treat her to a meal.

Other than that, Mo really didn't go out even a single step.

"Xiaomo, you... This won't do. Shall we go see Dr. Xie? She wants to talk to you properly."

Mo, who was lying prone on the sofa, raised his head with extremely tired eyes.

"I don't want to go out... Bihua. I'm so tired..."

"I know." Sighing softly, Bihua squatted on the ground beside him and stroked Mo's soft hair. "Shall we ask her to come over? I'll be with you..."

"...Okay."

After Bihua left, I don't know how much time passed. It got dark again. With dull eyes, when he came to his senses, he found that the room was pitch - black.

Had six hours passed unconsciously again? Why did time either pass too quickly or so slowly that his heart seemed to freeze.

The days of waiting for him...

Ding - dong.

Other than blinking his eyes, Mo didn't make any other movements.

Ding - dong.

If he had the key, he could come in himself...

Oh, he forgot. He had just changed the lock recently... Even Bihua didn't have the key...

However, even so, he didn't want to move...

"Shen Moxin, I know you're in. Open the door." The cold voice made Mo almost fall off the sofa.

He rushed to the door in three steps. Through the peephole on the door, he saw Chen's face.

With a very impatient expression, he looked at the people beside him. "He's not here. Can I go stay in a hotel?"

"This is the agreement, doctor." A gentle female voice.

Unable to wait, Mo opened the door. When he saw him, Chen's face darkened even more. Mo just trembled his lips and couldn't even speak.

"Hello. Are you Mr. Shen?" Xin smiled charmingly. "Could you please take care of the doctor for a week? This is the doctor's living expenses." She handed over a very thick envelope.

"No... No need..." Mo barely managed to squeeze out the words when Chen snatched the envelope impatiently and stuffed it into his hand.

"Chen..." Mo was about to say something anxiously when Chen walked past him and entered the house.

"...Then we'll have to trouble you, Mr. Shen." Xin smiled slightly. "We're nearby. If you need anything, please feel free to tell us at any time."

"...I know." Mo was a bit absent - minded. He kept looking back at Chen.

After Chen threw his simple luggage beside the sofa, he lay down on the sofa and closed his eyes.

"The doctor has been in a bad mood recently. Please do understand, Mr. Shen." Xin smiled gently.

After seeing those people off, Mo took the envelope and casually stuffed it into the drawer of the small table. He walked towards Chen and stared at him obsessively. Chen had lost a lot of weight and his face was extremely pale. It had only been a few days since he last saw him, but it seemed like a lifetime had passed...

Weakly, Mo sat down beside the sofa, next to Chen.

"Damn it, I know exactly what they're up to. If you still want to live safely, just treat me like air and don't bother me." Chen said coldly, not even willing to open his eyes.

"Without you, I can't live at all." Suddenly, Mo choked up again.

"Oh? Have they convinced you already?" Chen sneered. "Tell them I don't need any 'holiday lovers'. Give up."

"What on earth do you want me to do for you to forgive me!" Mo cried out.

"You haven't done anything that needs my forgiveness. Sigh, enough. Stop threatening me like this. Let me tell you, I don't care!" Chen opened his eyes and looked at Mo coldly.

With a despairing expression, Mo just quietly looked at Chen.

"Which room is mine? Just arrange one for me to sleep in." Turning his head away, Chen didn't look at Mo anymore. He just surveyed the three rooms.

"You can sleep in my original room." Mo replied mechanically.

"The room where you slept with Ye Rufeng? Ha, I don't want him to climb into my bed in the middle of the night..."

"Enough!"

There was a clear slap. Mo bit his hand, feeling a bit regretful, while Chen just touched his face and looked at Mo coldly.

"Sorry, you..." Mo stammered, trying to apologize, but then he saw the bandage on Chen's left wrist.

"My god, you..." Mo grabbed Chen's hand and looked at it tremblingly. "Who did this? Who hurt you?"

"This was just an accident." Chen said indifferently, coldly pulling his hand back. "I didn't expect anyone to come in."

After Chen left, half a year later, Bihua and Ye Rufeng each moved out of this house and went to live near their new workplaces.

After he was promoted to an assistant professor, his finances were a bit more comfortable, so he bought this house from Bihua. Waiting for him... waiting for him to come back...

...And since that night, he had moved out of his original room. He moved into Chen's room, pretending that he was still living with Chen. Only the furnishings in his room in the whole house hadn't changed, although all the things related to him had been taken away...

Chen looked extremely tired and weak. Mo firmly refused to agree to Chen's decision to sleep on the living - room sofa.

"So? Where exactly do you want me to sleep?" Chen said very impatiently, using a tone that Mo had never heard before.

"I'll sleep in the previous room, and you go back to your room to sleep."

Pretending not to hear that sneer, Mo, with a broken and cold heart, was about to tidy up the room for Chen to live in. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the phone rang.

Somewhat startled, Mo turned his head.

The phone rang three times, and Mo didn't answer. Because Chen was looking at him coldly.

Beep!

"Xiaomo, it's me... I'm Brother Ye. It's late at night. Are you asleep?... If you're there, please answer the phone. I have a lot of things I want to talk to you about... Xiaomo, please answer the phone."

Ye Rufeng's voice was so gentle that it seemed to be dripping with water. Chen sneered coldly and got up from the sofa. "You two talk slowly. I'm going to sleep."

"Chen." Mo grabbed Chen's sleeve, but was glared at by his eyes and then dejectedly let go.

"Why do you always treat me like an enemy?" Mo choked up.

"...Is that so? I didn't notice." Chen walked into the room without looking back.

On the phone, Ye Rufeng's voice continued, but Mo just looked at Chen's back. Until the phone was cut off, Mo was still looking.

Falling onto the bed without even taking a shower, extremely tired Chen almost fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

It was a lie to say that he didn't want to hear their conversation. However, an inexplicable emotion made him extremely eager to drive Ye Rufeng's voice outside the room out of his mind. In a half - asleep and half - awake state, the wound on his left wrist was hurting again. Just now, on an impulse, he used this injured hand to snatch the envelope, and it seemed that he had pulled the wound... Whatever. Even if it was useless, it didn't matter anyway, as it wouldn't be used for much longer...

Mo gently knocked on the door, holding a set of his own pajamas in his hand, wanting to give them to Chen. Unexpectedly, there was no response from inside.

Did he fall asleep so quickly? Mo was a bit disheartened.

However, squeezing the clothes in his hand, Mo still turned the doorknob.

Chen was sleeping in the same set of outdoor clothes he had just worn, and he hadn't even taken off his socks. However, what almost made Mo exclaim in surprise was that on his wrist, the layer of gauze seemed to be slightly stained with blood.

Quickly approaching, Mo gently lifted his injured hand. Chen didn't wake up.

Mo looked at his sleeping face...

Should he wake him up? His wound might have split a bit and needed to be unwrapped and checked...

Or should he tell those people nearby and let them handle it?

"...Chen? Are you asleep?" Mo called softly.

Chen didn't respond.

"Whether you can hear me or not... Your wound is bleeding. Shall I call them in to help you take a look?"

Suddenly, Chen grabbed Mo's injured wrist, and the bloodstain expanded again. Chen opened his eyes.

"Don't call them."

After a moment of silence, Mo looked at Chen and slowly said.

"Then shall I change it for you?"

"No need. Just let me fend for myself." Chen shook off Mo's hand and turned over. "I'll be careful not to stain your sheets."

"...Even if you hate me, there's no need to torture yourself like this." Mo said slowly, with a tone of disheartenedness.

"This isn't torture. This is the only way for me to gain freedom. Don't worry about it. I want to sleep. Please leave."

"...Chen." Grabbing the sheet beside Chen, Mo cried in a low voice.

"...Are you going to leave or not!" Suddenly sitting up, Chen was extremely angry.

However, looking at his eyes, they were so sad and full of pleading.

"...Enough. Stop looking at me with that kind of eyes." Chen turned his head away.

"Sorry..." Mo choked up.

"...There's nothing to be sorry for!" Clenching his hands, blood slowly dripped from Chen's left wrist.

"...Chen." Mo climbed onto the bed and tightly hugged his back.

"Let go." Chen said coldly.

"We finally met again. Why should I let you go..." Pressing against Chen's back, Mo's tears seeped into Chen's clothes.

There was a long, long silence, so long that the moon outside sank below the horizon.

Chen kept clenching and unclenching his fists, repeating this unconscious movement. Until the sky even faintly turned white.

"...You have to choose between me and Ye Rufeng."

Mo brought the medical kit into Chen's room and then carefully cut open the blood - stained gauze.

Chen gasped in pain, and his hand trembled slightly. When he saw the wound, Mo was so shocked that he also took a big breath.

The vertical cut was a full five centimeters long. It had been stitched, but it was still shocking.

Mo's hand kept shaking. He didn't dare to look up.

"...Aren't you going to bandage it for me, Xiaomo?" Chen said faintly.

"Why... Why did you do this..." Mo's voice trembled.

"...I didn't expect them to come so soon." Chen sighed softly.

"...Chen, promise me, don't do this again in the future." Mo raised his eyes.

"...Don't worry. I won't be able to do it in the future." Chen sighed helplessly.

"Why..."

"Because their hostage is back."

"Bihua..."

"Xiaomo?" The other person's voice increased by three degrees. Presumably, she didn't expect him to call on his own initiative.

"Bihua, could you please ask Dr. Xie not to come for now?" Mo said gently.

"Why?... Xiaomo, she will just talk to you. She won't do anything to you." Bihua's voice was gentle.

"...No need, Bihua, because..."

Just as Mo was talking on the phone, Chen had opened the door. "Could you pour me a glass of water, Xiaomo?" His voice was so hoarse, and his face was also flushed with a sickly red.

"Xiaomo? Xiaomo? Is there someone else in your house?" Bihua asked nervously.

"I don't know if I can say. Don't come over recently. I'll call you again. Goodbye." Mo hurriedly hung up the phone and quickly walked towards Chen.

"You have a fever. Could it be that the wound is infected?" Mo said anxiously.

"...I don't know. I just feel so tired..."

"Chen... Chen? I'll call them. Wait a moment."

"Don't go." A dry and hot hand held Mo's wrist. "Don't go. I'm afraid they'll take me back." Chen said weakly.

"...Silly. Even if you're taken back, I'll still wait for you. Your well - being is the most important thing."

So, Chen let go of his hand and looked at Mo with slightly astonished and infinitely gentle eyes.

"...Is it a promise?"

"Yeah, of course." Mo gently kissed Chen's forehead. "I've waited for two years, but I don't care if I have to wait for another century."