C75 (1/2)

Wang Jiao still looked at me with an aggrieved expression. I closed my eyes and pulled down my pants. ”If you want to look, then quickly look. It's only for three seconds …”

Suddenly, my legs were separated by a great force. I was immediately enraged. What was Wang Jiao trying to do? Can you be a bit shameless?

Opening his eyes in anger, he found that his body could no longer move.

I called out to Bai Bai in my mind, but he didn't move at all, and I remembered that he hadn't interacted with me in the past few days. I just thought he was too old to talk.

Looking down with all my might, I saw a transparent, glass box floating directly above my lower abdomen. Isn't that the lunchbox that Wang Jiao brought me every day?!

Could it be that Wang Jiao …

The lights in the room suddenly went dark, leaving only the faint glow of the 'lunchbox'.

I felt that Wang Jiao's face was almost at the bottom of my body. Maybe it wasn't Wang Jiao. In her lower abdomen, could it be that her goal was for nothing?!

No matter how hard I struggled, my body couldn't move an inch.

Something cold crawled in from under me. It felt like a liquid, but it didn't seem like it. My heart, from its initial agitation and rage, had cooled down to my current bottomless despair.

White …

At some point, the light came back on and I seemed to be able to move. Struggling to get up, my body didn't really feel strange at all. Only my lower abdomen still felt a little cold.

The lunchbox was in my belly, full of black liquid. I grabbed it and threw it against the wall. Strangely, the liquid didn't spill out, and the box didn't break.

I pressed my palm against his belly, but it didn't warm him at all.

”Bai Bai!” ”It's all for nothing!” No matter how he shouted, he didn't reply.

At this moment, only I was left in the room. I crazily smashed everything I could smash.

Looking at the ”lunchbox” lying on the floor, I stuffed it into my schoolbag and blankly sat on the bus back home.

My heart has already accepted that it was for nothing. Even if I die for him, I will admit it. But now, without a reason to die, I was at a loss.

Like a ghost, I drifted home.

I didn't say anything to Min Hao. I felt like what I didn't say was still there; if I did, it would really disappear.

I had a stroke of luck, maybe it was still there, but I fell asleep as before.

After a deep sleep, I woke up to a familiar figure.

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at a book.

”Song Nan …” My voice was hoarse and hard to hear.

He put down the book. His face was pale and stiff. He gave me a faint smile. I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I threw myself into his arms and cried.

I guess Song Nan came to my side after sensing that Bai Bai was in trouble, regardless of the injuries on his body.

The heavy guilt made me unable to calm down. I kissed his cold lips and used the tip of my tongue to pour out the grievances and unwillingness in my heart, almost fawning on him in return for his tolerance.

He was cold all over, except for one place that was hot enough to melt me. I clung to that place, hoping to drive away the emptiness and the cold.

When I lay exhausted on top of him, he gently stroked my long hair and whispered, ”July, I miss you.”

With that, he disappeared again. I fell back onto the bed and wrapped myself in a blanket. My mind was blank.