You are free.

Chu Sinian was in poor health.

He eats very little; even two meals a day is considered unusual.

He knelt before his mother's grave every day under the scorching sun, his knees were so worn that he sometimes needed help to walk.

Chu Sinian was so weak that if he tried to cross any distance like before, his bones would break within a kilometer.

Chu Si began to eat seriously, forcing himself to eat and forcing his brain, which had become rusty from grief, to function.

He was making plans and schemes to bring Chen Chi out of the mental hospital.

Finally, a month later, Chu Sinian, having recovered halfway through his recovery, went to the mental hospital to pick up Chen Chi.

It was summer then, and the scorching sun cast a pale white light on the hospital.

Before he even got close, he smelled a chaotic aura, carrying incoherent ravings that left a trail in the bright sunlight, as it lunged at Chu Sinian.

He squinted listlessly and saw someone walk in from the doorway.

His steps were unsteady, his body so thin that he was just a skeleton, a tall frame, his cheeks looked wiry because of his thinness, and his two dark, fiery eyes looked somewhat abnormal.

Despite not having seen each other for so long, he didn't feel any sense of unfamiliarity.

Chu Sinian coughed and stepped forward to help him, but his hand was grasped as soon as he reached out.

He was somewhat stunned. The hand on his arm had a large frame, with skin and flesh tightly attached and veins all over it. At first glance, it seemed that this was not a human hand.

Chu Sinian looked up and saw Chen Chi inching closer to him, the fire in his eyes slowly licking every inch of his skin.

He said, "Are you here to continue being responsible for me?"

Chen Chi's voice was very low, as if it were bursting out from his suppressed chest.

Chu Sinian tried to pull his hand back, but the other party's strength remained as domineering as ever.

"Let's go, I'll take you back."

He tentatively shook his arm, and finding that the grip had loosened, he walked forward. "Your father's assets have been seized. Let's go back to my house first?"

Chu Sinian took a few steps, looked back, and was somewhat surprised to see Chen Chi following him silently.

He thought he would have to keep arguing with them.

Chen Chi and Chu Sinian got into the car together. The cool breeze inside dispelled the heat. The two sat on either side of each other, and the sun shone from east to west, illuminating their thin faces.

Chu Sinian coughed intermittently, turned his gaze back to the window, and looked back at Chen Chi.

He was breathing rapidly, his hands were constantly moving, looking left and right.

Chu Sinian immediately sensed something was wrong, "What's wrong with you?"

Chen Chi's eyes suddenly looked over, and the faint flame that was usually hidden deep within was now unusually intense.

The unease I sensed from the first meeting was slowly spreading into a faint sense of panic.

He abandoned his original idea of ​​sending him to the suburbs to recuperate, and then told the driver, "Go back to the house in the cemetery."

The driver paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Chu Sinian coughed violently, his shoulders and back hunched over. After a while, he took out his phone and made a call. "Hello? Find me a doctor."

He hesitated before saying, "A psychologist."

"No, I'm fine."

"Okay, about ten minutes."

He hung up the phone, then suddenly hesitated to turn around. He opened his mouth a few times and asked, "How are you...doing over there?"

Chu Sinian didn't know what it was like for a normal person to be locked up in a mental hospital. He also didn't know what a devastating blow that would be to a normal human being.

Apart from the occasional bumpy sound after starting the car, there was nothing else inside.

“That’s good.” Chen Chi stared at him.

"The only downside is that you're not in there." He raised the corners of his lips, his smile faint and fake, his malice almost tangible as he stabbed Chu Sinian.

Chu Sinian's lips trembled a few times. "I...I'm sorry."

Chen Chi said, "Then I'll pay with my life."

Chu Sinian turned around and said, "I can give you anything you want."

Chen Chi's eyes gradually turned red. "I want you dead."

Chu Sinian lowered his eyes. "I'm sorry."

He really didn't know what to do.

The two went home.

Inside the old wooden house, the doctor had been waiting for a long time in the hall.

Chu Sinian entered the house first, moving slowly with each step. "I've called a doctor for you."

Chen Chi stared at him with a gloomy expression, then suddenly kicked the wooden door. "Get out."

The psychologist immediately recognized his resistance and said as he walked quickly, "He can't see a doctor in his current condition, sir. Please leave with me first, or he'll go crazy."

Chu Sinian shook his head and nudged the doctor's back. "You can go now." He closed the door.

Before the door could even be closed, Chen Chi floated up to him like a ghost, his gaze sweeping over his entire body.

Chu Sinian wanted to sit on the sofa; he was too weak.

Before he could even move his legs, Chen Chi grabbed his arm and pushed him to the ground.

Before he could react, Chen Chi straddled him from above, raising his right fist high.

Chu Sinian's pupils contracted slightly, and he closed his eyes tightly.

But the pain that came before did not come; a breeze stopped beside his nose, carrying a burning heat as it fell on his cheek.

Chu Sinian opened his eyes in astonishment and saw Chen Chi's rough, slender hand grinding against his flesh, glaring at him with bloodshot eyes and gritting his teeth, "Why don't you learn your lesson? I hit you last time, how dare you come looking for me again?"

Chu Sinian struggled to sit up, his face pale, and said, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

He reached out a hand, intending to push Chen Chi, but found that Chen Chi was leaning closer and closer to him.

Just as Chu Sinian was about to lean back, Chen Chi's hand reached through his arm and forcefully supported his waist, turning him upright.

This posture is too strange. Chen Chi's powerful legs are spread on both sides, knees on the ground, one hand holding his waist, and the other hand slowly brushing from his cheek to his lips.

It lingered on the lips.

"lie."

“Last time, it bled here.”

Chu Sinian shuddered; the sensation of being caressed was too strange. "Let go first, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, the person on top of him went limp and slumped down, instantly throwing Chu Sinian back to the ground, his head hitting the ground hard.

He couldn't help but cry out in pain as a hand lifted his head and began to knead it.

Chu Sinian was a little angry from all the commotion. His face was pale as he tried to push her away, but compared to the weight on his neck, there was a tear that weighed a thousand pounds on his neck.

He froze instantly. Chen Chi lay there, gently rubbing his face, and said wearily, "Why can't you even be completely bad?"

Chu Sinian pursed his lips tightly and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Chen Chi suddenly curled his lips, his face a mixture of twisted hatred and resentment, and frenzied tenderness and gentleness.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

*

Chen Chi still refused to see a doctor.

Chu Sinian could only secretly record Chen Chi's condition and then verbally describe it to him, thus making a rough diagnosis of Chen Chi's symptoms. What followed was a long and agonizing treatment period.

Chen Chi is sometimes so tired that he doesn't even want to eat.

Chu Sinian could only hold a spoon and feed him spoonful by spoonful.

Then coax him to take a bath, coax him to walk around the house, coax him to smile more, and when he is in a state of extreme collapse and attempts suicide, you can hold him in a half-forceful, half-gentle way and comfort him little by little.

If that didn't work, he would join Chen Chi in self-harm. After several such incidents, Chen Chi stopped attempting suicide during his period of depression.

In this state, Chen Chi needs patience the most; it just takes some time.

But Chen Chi is often manic.

Chen Chi was terrifying in this state; he smashed things in the house to pieces more than once and frequently injured himself.

Chu Sinian was frequently injured by mistake while trying to stop it.

Bruises from pinching, bruised legs from kicking, and cuts from glass and wood chips are all common occurrences.

At this point, the suicidal behavior was completely unstoppable, so Chu Sinian hardened his heart, slashed his own neck, and said that if he wanted to die, he would die with him.

Whenever blood was drawn, Chen Chi would strangely slow down his movements and stare intently at the bleeding neck.

After several repetitions, the suicidal tendencies during the manic phase subsided.

Fortunately, after Chen Chi goes berserk, he falls into a state of depression. His memories of his previous madness are disrupted and fragmented by his depression. Apart from the important scenes, Chen Chi can hardly remember anything else, so Chu Sinian can fool him.

If the patient knew about his violence, his condition would be ruined overnight.

With each day of treatment, Chen Chi's condition gradually improved, and even the doctors who were remotely consulting with him found the patient's recovery incredible.

But the price was Chu Sinian's deteriorating health.

His face grew paler and paler until Yu Shi, who had gone to Switzerland, returned and forcefully took him away. Chu Sinian listened to the doctor's increasingly solemn diagnosis and was forced to make a decision.

When he returned to the cabin that day, Chen Chi, who was sitting at the door, coldly questioned him: "Where have you been?"

Chu Sinian was in severe stomach pain and shook his head, not wanting to speak.

Chen Chi stood up, grabbed his arm, and pulled him to the sofa. "What's wrong with you?"

Chu Sinian knew that Chen Chi was in a state of mild mania, and that Chen Chi would act like this every time he left the cabin.

He would go crazy if anyone else came into the room.

Chu Sinian's illness was initially well concealed, but as it worsened, he was helpless.

"My stomach hurts a little, could you get me some water?"

Instructing a manic patient to do things at this time will worsen the manic state.

But Chen Chi glanced at him and then poured water over.

Chu Sinian took the medicine earlier, but it seems the new medicine he just got is no longer effective.

He looked weakly at Chen Chi, "Can we have the doctor come tomorrow?"

Chen Chi spoke in a sinister tone, "Show it to me, show it to you?"

He closed his eyes, drenched in cold sweat. "Here you go."

"Don't be afraid, he just wants to cure you."

Chen Chi suddenly squatted down, looking at the body in front of him that was even thinner than when they first met, and suppressed the burning restlessness in his heart like a nervous maniac.

"You've lost weight."

Chu Sinian's first reaction was joy; the patient was noticing changes in his surroundings, which indicated an improving trend.

For a moment, he felt his stomach pain lessen. Chu Sinian said, "You didn't eat enough."

Chen Chi calmed down and looked at his lifeless eyebrows and eyes, dry lips, and extremely thin body that made his clothes look very loose. "Why are you wearing long sleeves in this hot weather?"

Chu Sinian became even happier, "I'm sensitive to the cold."

"How about we call the doctor tomorrow?" he asked breathlessly, sweat splashing into his eyes.

Chen Chi's face grew increasingly grim. He suddenly reached out, and Chu Sinian reflexively dodged, but was still grabbed.

In that instant, Chen Chi suddenly frowned and roughly rolled up his sleeve.

On her fair and delicate arms, there were numerous large and small scars, from bruises to unhealed wounds, one after another, a shocking sight.

"I did it, didn't I?"

Without hesitation, Chu Sinian replied, "It's not you, it's not."

Chen Chi couldn't control himself and stood up, kicking the table hard. "You lied to me again!"

Chu Sinian propped himself up. "Chen Chi, calm down."

Chen Chi tried to control his trembling arms, which were shaking from extreme agitation, but he failed repeatedly.

He wanted to pick something up and smash it, but then he realized that the room was already too empty.

Chen Chi punched the wall, and blood instantly dripped onto the floor.

He turned around, his eyes wide with rage, and said, "Call a doctor."

He was trembling all over. "Call a doctor."

Chen Chi received a close examination from the doctor.

After days and nights of care and attention, a good result was finally achieved.

Chen Chi's manic episodes became less frequent, and his depressive state also lessened accordingly.

However, he was more taciturn and gloomy than ever before.

This caused Chu Sinian, who was originally scheduled to leave in two months, to stay an extra month despite his illness.

His return date from this trip is uncertain.

To prevent Chen Chi's father from committing further misdeeds, Chu Sinian met with his father before leaving.

He hadn't seen Chu Zhuang for a long time.

The old manor was abandoned due to a death, and Chu Zhuang moved to another villa.

The moment he took his first step towards meeting Chu Zhuang, Chu Sinian couldn't hold it in and vomited violently in the nearby bushes.

He didn't go inside until his stomach was empty and his throat was sore.

Chu Zhuang was waiting for him in the hall.

Without even looking up, Chu Sinian said, "Send Chen Xing to prison."

Chu Zhuang must have been secretly observing his movements; he couldn't possibly be unaware of Chen Chi's situation.

"What are the conditions?"

Chu Sinian felt nauseous, and his vision seemed to be burning and he felt dizzy. "I will come back. I will come back after my trip to Switzerland."

Chu Zhuang looked at his son indifferently and said, "You can't even bear to look at your father, who disgusts you so much?"

Chu Sinian gritted his teeth, his eyes red-rimmed.

At that time, he was still fledgling and could only be a bird imprisoned under the cold power and groveling.

Chu Sinian knelt down, his knees hitting the floor with a soft sound. He bent his back deeply, his forehead touching the ground. "Please, send Chen Xing to prison."

How did he get back?

Chu Sinian was unaware that he had fainted after getting into the driver's car.

When she opened her eyes, she was already in the wooden house, and in front of her was Chen Chi's gloomy face.

Chu Sinian, still somewhat dazed, subconsciously said, "You'll be free soon."

Chen Chi silently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and touched his feverish forehead. "You're sick."

Chu Sinian couldn't hear what he was saying, but he stubbornly closed his eyes and said, "Why don't you smile? You're free now."

The one-month deadline soon arrived, and Chu Sinian's health had deteriorated to the point where he could hardly walk. He clumsily tried to cover it up to Chen Chi.

Chen Chi quietly transitioned from being a patient to taking care of him.

Chu Sinian was very happy on the day of his departure.

The physical pain seemed to have been cured.

He slowly walked to the door, opened it, and saw a field of fallen maple leaves.

He then realized that it was autumn.

Chu Sinian's face was horribly pale, and a faint smile, which he hadn't shown in a long time, cracked open. The warm autumn sun pierced through his horribly thin body, melting into the light.

He turned to Chen Chi, whose condition had greatly improved, and said with a smile, "It's so bright outside, you should go out for walks more often."

He said, "We're even now."

Chu Sinian left without looking back, firmly shutting Chen Chi out of the door.

Chen Chi stayed in the wooden house for a long time.

He ate as usual, went out as usual, slept as usual, and Chu Sinian's figure was always by his side.

He just couldn't touch it, and he felt that nothing had changed.

Until one day, someone took care of his new school enrollment.

He was summoned by the police.

He suddenly realized what Chu Sinian meant when he said he was free with tears in his eyes.

When Chen Chi came out of the police academy, birds were circling overhead, bringing sunshine, the fragrance of flowers, beautiful dreams, and taking away sorrow.

It turns out that the rainy season of his life has already passed.