Chapter 132 The Darkened Ashes Crushes Yan Yu

Yan Yu felt an indescribable, stifling pain in his heart, with no way to vent it, because he had brought all of this upon himself, and he had no one to blame but himself. Now he was simply reaping what he had sown, so who could he blame?

He endured the pain in his head and staggered to his feet. His body felt completely drained, and he was in terrible condition. So he could only lean against the wall next to him and stare at Shen Jin with red eyes.

Shen Jin's face remained expressionless. He glanced at the corridor outside the door; the lights were bright, and occasionally someone would pass by in the same spot. Shen Jin looked away and said calmly, "They don't even know to close the door."

He gently closed the door to the ward, leaving only him and Yan Yu inside. He seemed completely unafraid of what Yan Yu might do to him, acting as if he had nothing to fear.

Yan Yu leaned against the wall, meeting Shen Jin's gaze. He felt as if he were looking at a stranger through the eyes of a nerve, and gave a self-deprecating laugh: "You... hate me that much?"

Shen Jin didn't speak, but his delicate eyebrows twitched slightly upwards, appearing somewhat frivolous and nonchalant, as if he didn't take his words to heart at all.

After a while, Shen Jin said, "Do you think I shouldn't hate you? You said so much outside the door just to make me open the door and let you in to ask me if I hate you? If that's the case, I'll say yes, and you can get out."

Yan Yu was somewhat agitated, and bit his lip: "Shen Jin!"

"What's wrong with you? You don't like me? You're unhappy with my attitude? Do you want to hit me or something?" Shen Jin sneered, his eyes were a little bloodshot, unlike Yan Yu's bloodshot eyes which looked like he was about to cry. He looked sinister, as if he was carrying murderous intent.

Unlike Yan Yugao, Shen Jin, dressed in a hospital gown, seemed somewhat defiant, but his aura was different. He took a step forward and said, "Do you want to treat me like the stupid and foolish person I used to be, someone who could only let you bully me, someone with no dignity, someone who would become your punching bag if I displeased you!"

Yan Yu felt that the man after regaining his memories was too unfamiliar, so unfamiliar that it made his heart ache. Meeting his malicious eyes, he mustered up his courage and retorted, "I didn't!"

He wanted to say that he didn't. He was just confused about his own feelings and angry because he couldn't stand the guy always trying to escape from him. He wasn't using him as a punching bag...

But the harm he caused to Shen Jin was undeniable and inexplicable, and Shen Jin wouldn't believe him; he deserved it...

"Shen Jin, calm down, okay? Let's talk this out..." Yan Yu didn't believe he would really be so decisive. He thought Shen Jin still held a place in his heart, so he tried to reach out and hold Shen Jin's hand. "You..."

However, the moment his hand touched Shen Jin, the latter's pupils suddenly contracted, and he abruptly withdrew his hand as if avoiding a snake or scorpion, saying in a deep voice, "Who told you to touch me?"

Yan Yu's hand, which had been violently flung away, felt numb. He stiffly pulled it back, gave a self-deprecating laugh, his eyes red and moist, and said in a hoarse voice, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay..."

"Am I good or not?" Shen Jin seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. The sarcastic smile on his lips grew longer and longer as he said, word by word, "Thanks to you, I'm very good. Don't play the victim in front of me, I don't fall for it."

"I wasn't pretending!" Yan Yu retorted loudly, taking a step forward to get closer to Shen Jin, but speaking in a humble tone, his eyes almost red, "I just missed you so much... Can I hug you, please..."

The atmosphere in the ward instantly fell silent, becoming somewhat deathly still. The two stared at each other intently, their gazes seemingly tender yet also filled with endless hatred.

Shen Jin's eyes flickered slightly, then he looked away, avoiding Yan Yu's gaze, and said nothing.

Yan Yu was secretly pleased, realizing that although he was angry for a moment, he was still somewhat moved. A smile appeared in his slightly reddened eyes. After being coldly reprimanded by him, Yan Yu was somewhat flattered: "Shen Jin..."

He whispered a name, his voice incredibly gentle, and then he reached out, trying to pull Shen Jin into his arms...

Just as he opened his arms, full of joy and hope, to embrace Shen Jin, Yan Yu's pupils suddenly contracted. He saw Shen Jin suddenly sweep his gaze coldly over and raise his hand to grab him—

Shen Jin grabbed Yan Yu by the collar with his left hand and yanked him towards him. As Yan Yu lowered his guard, Shen Jin raised his hand and, with great force, slapped Yan Yu's still-unconcealed smile hard across the face.

"Smack!"

The slap landed loudly on Yan Yu's face, showing how much force the person who struck him used. A bright red handprint instantly appeared on Yan Yu's face, and he was stunned by the slap, blinking blankly for a moment.

He clearly couldn't believe that Shen Jin would suddenly raise his hand and slap him like that.

After slapping him, Shen Jin seemed somewhat annoyed, gritting his teeth as he questioned, "Did I say you could touch me?!"

Yan Yu didn't react in time. The pain on his cheek was burning, so intense it was almost numb. His beautiful peach blossom eyes welled up with tears, and he blinked blankly, "Chen... Jin..."

But before he could even finish his weak cry, and before the pain on his face had faded, Shen Jin coldly and mercilessly raised his hand and slapped him hard across the other cheek: "Slap!!"

Yan Yu's head tilted to one side from the slap, and the blood in his body seemed to become scalding hot with the burning pain on his face. Bright red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth and flowed down his chin.

Yan Yu staggered a few steps, almost falling backward, from the slap. But that wasn't the end of it. As if addicted, Shen Jin couldn't stop, and slapped him hard again: "Smack!!!"

The three consecutive slaps, filled with hatred and force, almost made Yan Yu, who was in a poor physical condition due to lack of rest, faint.

After venting her anger by slapping him a few times and seeing his disheveled appearance, almost bruised and swollen, Shen Jin felt much better. She pulled him over again, looked at Yan Yu's somewhat unfocused eyes with disdain, and asked through gritted teeth, "Does it hurt? Yan Yu, I'm asking you, does it hurt?! It hurts a lot, right? Coincidentally, when you slapped me back then, it hurt a lot too!! It hurt so much I wanted to cry!"

"...Does it hurt?" Yan Yu felt like his brain was about to explode, he couldn't think straight anymore, but this question kept echoing in his mind, over and over again...

It hurts so much...it hurts so much...it feels like my heart is going numb...

It wasn't just the pain on his face, but more so the feeling he had when he raised his hand to strike... It was so painful it made it hard to breathe...

But back in City A, he had hit Chen Jin many times when he was angry and frustrated, and it hurt him a lot back then...

And compared to the pain from this slap, what did all the things he had done to Shen Jin, the repeated hurts he had inflicted on him, amount to? Besides, if hitting him like this could make Shen Jin feel better, then so be it…

Shen Jin released his grip on his hand, letting him sway precariously, and coldly demanded, "Speak!"

"..." Yan Yu didn't want to face him. After his head was in chaos and his ears were ringing, his mind barely managed to stay clear for a moment. He slightly raised his heavy head, his cheeks were red and swollen from being slapped, and he looked very disheveled.

Yan Yu had thought that his disheveled appearance would make him feel humiliated and cause him to break down, but when he faced Shen Jin's cold eyes, he laughed and said in a hoarse voice, "If hitting me or cursing me... it will allow you to vent... then hit me!"

As he spoke, Yan Yu stood up shakily, staggered a step, and almost fell towards Chen Jin. His eyes were red and his voice was trembling: "Come on! I know you hate me! I remember all the hurt I caused you before. If hitting me makes you happy, then come on! I'll take it all!"

He grabbed Shen Jin's hand, his eyes red, and laughed, saying, "Come on! Hit me hard! Let out all your temper and all your dissatisfaction!"

He pulled so hard that Shen Jin's hand hurt, and he was almost pulled into his arms. He instantly got angry and coldly questioned, "You really think I wouldn't dare?! What are you to me now!"

"Yes! It's nothing! You hate me! You despise me! You resent me!" Yan Yu grabbed Shen Jin's hand and refused to let go, his eyes red as he said resolutely, "Then go ahead and hit me! I won't fight back or dodge! I mean what I say!"

Shen Jin's eyes reddened, and whether from anger or something else, his body trembled slightly. He forced out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Fine...fine! You said it! You said it!"

Another slap rang out. Shen Jin withdrew his hand, grabbed Yan Yu's sleeve, and then kicked him hard in the chest, making Yan Yu groan. Then Shen Jin grabbed Yan Yu's hair with his five fingers and pulled his head hard, causing Yan Yu's face to convulse in pain.

"Didn't you come here to act pitiful and ask for trouble? Who are you trying to fool with this act? Do you think I'd pity you or feel sorry for you? How pathetic! How did you treat me back then! Could you have imagined this day would come!" Shen Jin grabbed his head and punched Yan Yu in the face. "You think I'll forgive you and pretend nothing happened just because you said you were wrong? Dream on!"

Shen Jin was too emotional; his eyes were red, and his face was also red, whether from anger or something else. He glared at Yan Yu and grabbed his head, slamming it hard against the wall next to him: "Bang!"

...Yan Yu almost fainted.

After venting his anger, as if beating a dog, Shen Jin grabbed him, opened the door, and kicked him out hard, his eyes bloodshot and filled with ferocity: "If you don't want me to step on your head, get out of here right now!"

The person standing in the ward seemed like the dark side of a person, absorbing all kinds of negative emotions, infinitely amplifying their hatred and resentment, without a trace of feeling.

When Yan Yu was kicked away, he had no strength left. His physical condition was already bad enough, and after enduring Shen Jin's outburst of temper, in addition to the mental shock, he was swaying and fell to the cold floor with his injuries.

But Shen Jin, who had just slammed the door shut, didn't see the person outside fall down.

Shen Jin swayed unsteadily, his eyes bloodshot. He took a few steps toward the hospital bed, and suddenly tears streamed down his face...

"...What...what's wrong?" Shen Jin suddenly seemed a little confused, reaching out to touch his tears, as if he didn't understand why he was suddenly crying. Then his attention was diverted.

His hands were red and swollen, and stained with blood... blood from Yan Yu...

Shen Jin's bloodshot eyes, filled with hatred, suddenly became somewhat dazed. He blinked softly and muttered to himself as if in a dream, "His blood... Yan Yu's blood... the blood I shed when I hit him, it got on my hands..."

"What's wrong..." His eyes suddenly became clouded, and his heart ached for no apparent reason, as if a thousand arrows were piercing his heart, and his heart felt as if it were about to split open. He couldn't help but reach out and scratch his chest hard.

His head started throbbing again, and he managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth: "So dirty...so disgusting..."

After saying that, he quickly went to the bathroom and washed his hands thoroughly with soap again and again. He didn't know how many times he washed them before he came out of the bathroom in a daze and staggered back to his hospital bed.

"My head hurts so much... What's wrong with me..." He felt a terrible headache and was unusually tired today, so he couldn't help but lie down on the hospital bed and fell asleep soon after.

Outside his hospital room, Yan Yu lay unconscious on the cold floor, his body covered in injuries, letting the cold night wind howl.

It's unclear how much time passed before a nurse on duty discovered him. She screamed in fright and alerted the others, who then took Yan Yu to a ward for examination.

"What...what exactly happened?" the nurse asked, puzzled. "He was perfectly fine just a short while ago, how did he end up collapsed outside someone else's ward, covered in injuries..."

"It's nothing serious, just a superficial injury," the doctor said. "It's also due to overwork and lack of rest. You don't even know what happened, so you're emotionally affected. You'll be fine after a good rest."

Although the nurse was a little puzzled, she didn't ask anything more. However, looking at Yan Yu's face, which was covered in red and purple marks from the beating, she couldn't help but sigh. She felt it was a pity. What a handsome face he had been, and she wondered which cruel person had beaten him so badly that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

"How pitiful..." the nurse muttered under her breath as she watched the doctor treat his injuries, "They really went too far..."

Time ticked by, and Shen Jin slept soundly in the ward, seemingly unaffected in the slightest.

He slept straight through until morning. When the faint light shone through the curtains into the room, Shen Jin opened his sleepy eyes and blinked a couple of times, looking a little dazed.

Shen Jin yawned lazily, his dark eyes darting around. Just as he was about to reach out to prop himself up on the bed, he gasped and frowned, "Ugh... why does my hand hurt so much..."

He felt a throbbing pain in his hands, which puzzled him. He looked at his hands and was immediately taken aback: "That's strange, why are my hands swollen..."