Chapter 86 Chapter 86: Redemption Jin Er seems to...really love...
Amiya was leaning on the balcony railing, his figure so thin that it seemed as if a gust of wind could take him away.
The bleak sunlight shone on him, outlining a vague halo. The little devil would melt into this pale light and disappear at any time.
In every hallucination in the past, Amiya was always swallowed by the chaotic black sea.
Thick as ink, silent waves.
He had tried countless times to see the pale limbs floating in the sea - those broken, twisted torsos that seemed to have been torn apart and pieced together, but he had never seen them clearly.
But this time, he finally saw it clearly.
The Black Sea was still tearing at him, the waves silently slapping his consciousness, and floating in the water were countless pale things - those limbs were no longer strange, no longer blurry.
Their faces were clearly visible, and each face was his own.
Some of the dead Amiyas had their eyes tightly closed, as if they were in an eternal sleep; others had their empty eyes wide open, staring at him, questioning and mocking him.
Those bodies were incomplete, some had lost their arms, some had their chests cracked, revealing their hollow interiors, and they were thrown casually into the black sea like rag dolls.
Unexpected, but reasonable.
I can't tell whether it's fear or desire, escape or excitement.
Those dead selves, like countless mirrors, silently told Amiya:
No matter how he struggled or how angry he was, his destined destination would be this black sea, and he would become a pale shell in it.
It is actually difficult to accurately describe this feeling. Amiya's senses are dazed, full of despair and pain.
They were all telling him.
They were his kind.
They would eventually become one, and he would eventually become a madman who died alone.
At this moment,
Jin Er's voice came from a distance.
It was like another strange dream.
"Hero Lord...?"
Amiya turned to look at Jin Er, with a dazed look in her blood-red eyes.
Reality and illusion seemed to gradually merge into one.
He gradually became confused.
Amiya's fingers unconsciously rubbed the empty palm, where a black jade ring was once tightly grasped, but now there was only cold air.
lose……
Didn't catch...
Or, he is actually dead now, and the black jade ring is just tightly grasped in his body.
——Ami understands me too well, even if it means crushing me to pieces, he will not let go.
Will he...let go?
After meeting Jin Er, all of Amiya's actions and judgments seemed to be possible, as if nothing was impossible.
"It's me."
Jin'er saw the expression on Amiya's face. The usually calm and composed male insect seemed a little flustered at this moment.
He slowly walked towards Amiya.
"Amiya, come here, please?"
The male insect walked very lightly, as if afraid of disturbing something, but his eyes were fixed on Amiya, afraid that the other party would really jump if he was not careful.
Just like the coldest winter night, the new snow that falls into your hand will melt in your palm in an instant.
If Jin'er hadn't gone to find Amiya on the night they had the fight, would he really have jumped down when Amiya was sitting alone on the rocks by the sea?
Once he thought about it and realized it, Jin Er felt a sense of fear.
The male insect frowned slightly, with a rare look of anxiety and worry on his face, and even a hint of fear - he was afraid that Amiya would really do something irreparable.
Fortunately, Amiya was very quiet. He just stared at the palm of his hand in a daze.
Seems to be thinking about something.
Judge what.
Jin Er approached step by step, his movements cautious and slow, as if he was approaching a butterfly that might flap its wings and fly away at any time.
——The wings of the sub-female have completely degenerated. It is impossible for Amiya to grow wings and fly away. Once he flies, the only result will be falling to his death.
Step by step.
Step by step.
Close the distance.
Jin'er's eyes never left Amiya until he was close enough, then he came to the balcony, suddenly stretched out his hand, and hugged Amiya tightly in his arms.
At that moment, the male insect's arms trembled slightly, as if confirming whether Amiya in his arms really existed.
His voice was low and rapid, with a hint of suppressed emotion:
"Please, don't do anything stupid... I'm here."
"I really beg you..."
Even the seemingly unmoved superior finally revealed his vulnerability and fear at this moment.
Amiya's body stiffened slightly, as if she was brought back to reality by the sudden hug.
"My lord..." Amiya was stunned, as if she didn't expect that this was actually reality.
His fingers gently grasped the corner of Jin Er's clothes, as if he had grabbed the last straw.
The dull pain and tension in Jin'er's tone forcibly pulled Amiya out of that chaotic state.
The male insect's embrace was warm, with a familiar body temperature and breath. The sense of reality made Amiya's breathing gradually become slightly painful.
"Well!"
Amiya suddenly frowned.
Waves of distinct pain began to emanate from his legs, as if his limbs were awakening from numbness and reconnecting with his consciousness.
The surgical wound on the leg finally showed its presence at this moment. The pain was like a thin needle, spreading up along the nerves bit by bit.
Amiya's fingers unconsciously grasped Jin'er's sleeves, and her fingertips turned slightly white.
For him, pain is not a big deal - after all, he has long been accustomed to pain and has learned to enjoy it.
Pain represents reality.
Pain also represents reality.
Amiya's chest heaved as if she had just woken from a long dream.
"I'm alive……"
He muttered to himself in a voice so weak that it was almost inaudible.
Jin'er's body temperature was transmitted through the clothes.
The real touch finally made Amiya realize that she had not fallen into the Black Sea, nor had she died.
Pain is proof of life.
Amiya's eyes gradually focused on Jin'er's face - a face full of worry and anxiety.
Looking at Jin'er, the male insect was still wearing the same clothes he wore on the day of the collapse, except that he had taken off his coat. He looked completely out of touch with decency and grace.
Coupled with his anxious expression, the dark circles and fatigue under his eyes, it was obvious that Jin Er was in very bad condition as well.
It's so dramatic.
They are not dead, he is still alive, and Jin Er seems to...really fall in love with him.
Amiya's throat moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just closed his eyes gently, allowing the pain and warmth to envelop him at the same time.
——
As it turns out, the result of forcing oneself to walk with nails in the legs after surgery is another surgery.
The doctors were all disappointed with their students, but they didn't dare show it on their faces.
After all, he is the Second Prince of the Empire. Even if he is a little willful, even if he is a little crazy, even if it increases their workload, they can only accept it.
So Amiya was pushed into the operating room again.
Xirui finally discovered that Jin'er's right arm seemed to be in a wrong position.
After looking at it carefully for a while, Xirui cursed in his heart. He walked over and pulled Jin'er hard twice, who was not paying attention to the present at all.
Xirui laughed in anger:
"Boss Jin, is your arm broken or dislocated? Are you holding on like this? Maybe the collapse has crushed your pain nerves."
Jin Er: “…”
Xirui was really convinced. He was still wearing a blue and white hospital gown, so he ran around as a patient and called a doctor to come and examine Jiner's right arm.
The examination results showed that there was a slight bone fracture. Although it was not very serious, it was still too serious for Jin Er to handle.
The doctor brought by Xirui was an elderly director who looked a bit stern, with a look of disapproval and helplessness in his eyes.
——It is well known that disobedient patients are the type of patients that give doctors the most headaches.
The doctor was experienced and his movements were quick and decisive. With professional calmness, he quickly asked the nurse to bring the items over for processing.
Jin Er sat in the chair with no expression on his face, and didn't care about the doctor's attitude.
He rolled up his right sleeve, revealing the tragic scene beneath his clothes.
The entire right arm was exposed, the skin was covered with bruises and abrasions, and the joints were a little red and swollen. It was obvious that he had suffered a serious injury.
When the doctor wiped the wound with a sterile cotton ball, Jin'er's muscles tensed slightly, but he made no sound, his expression remained calm, and he didn't even frown.
The doctor skillfully fixed the splint on his arm, and wrapped the male insect's arm tightly with white bandages.
The doctor moved quickly, tapping the splint with his fingers at the end to make sure it was secure.
Jin Er looked down at his fixed arm, moved his fingers slightly, and after confirming that there was nothing serious, he stood up.
The doctor finally couldn't help but sigh and said in a serious voice: "You must not exercise again during this period. The bone fracture caused by the second injury will be more difficult to recover than the first one."
Jin Er nodded slightly.
Xirui leaned aside. He could clearly see that Jin'er's mind was not here at all. He probably had already followed the Second Prince into the operating room.
He had gone to Ian's place before and met Xu Wen who was visiting Ian. Ian had been unconscious for several days and hadn't woken up yet. He was really worried that he had damaged his brain...
Xirui heard from Xu Wen why Jin Er went to Count Reynard's mansion.
I can only say that people who usually look calm, once they start to fall in love, they are really invincible in love.
If he really died this time, maybe he would not even blink and just count it as a suicide for love.
But having said that... Xirui felt that Jin Er seemed more humane than before, and the feeling he gave was completely different.
He and Jin'er had known each other since childhood. After all, they were cousins and their families were on good terms. When he was a child, Jin'er couldn't hide his indifferent emotions. He was as cold as ice and jade, and his face was so cold that it could freeze people.
Later, they met again in the heir course, but Jin Er had long since learned to hide his cold nature and looked simply elegant and well-rounded.
However, what is pretended is pretended, and what is fake is fake. It seems that Jin Er only began to melt the ice in his heart after meeting the Second Prince.
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