"You Ye!" Mu Xinrong was so frightened that he no longer cared about the promise of "just watch, don't say". He almost threw himself to the bed and instinctively stretched out his hand, wanting to support him, but he was afraid that his touch would cause greater harm, so his hand froze in mid-air.
"Don't... don't be afraid! I won't touch you! I won't touch you! Don't get excited! Please... don't get excited..." His voice was hoarse and broken, full of desperate pleading.
At this moment, Ye Qingliu appeared by the bedside like a ghost. He had a new syringe in his hand, and with lightning speed, he accurately injected a tube of light green liquid into Chao Youye's vein.
At the same time, Hua Jinyue also quickly adjusted the energy output of the silver anchor on Chao Youye's chest.
The light green liquid took effect quickly, mixed with the energy field enhanced by the anchor, and forcibly smoothed the turbulent energy flowing in Chao Youye's body.
The violent coughing gradually subsided, and the stuffy pain in the chest and the fishy-sweet feeling in the throat were also forcibly suppressed.
Chao Youye collapsed on the bed, exhausted, gasping for breath, his forehead covered with fine beads of cold sweat, his eyes vacant, filled with the confusion of surviving a disaster and... even deeper fear.
He didn't dare look at Mu Xinrong again. He turned his face slightly inward, his body trembling almost imperceptibly.
It was over... He had lost control again... In front of him... He had once again revealed his ugliest and most vulnerable side... Mu Xinrong must have been frightened... He must... have hated himself even more...
The immense embarrassment and self-loathing were like a cold tide that instantly drowned him.
"No...no..." Mu Xinrong's voice, thick with tears, sounded cautiously like the faint sunlight penetrating the ice.
Chao Youye's body suddenly stiffened.
"Chao Youye... look at me... please..." Mu Xinrong's voice was trembling violently, and every word sounded like tears of blood. "Don't hide... don't be afraid... I won't hurt you... never..."
Chao Youye's fingertips curled slightly, but she still didn't look back.
Mu Xinrong took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He knew that any harsh words or touch would only make Chao Youye retreat further.
He slowly and very gently knelt down on the carpet beside the bed, keeping his height below Chao Youye's line of sight to reduce the feeling of oppression.
He no longer tried to touch him, but simply placed his hands on his knees, looking up at the fragile back that was curled up in an almost praying posture.
"I know... I know everything..." Mu Xinrong's voice was very soft and slow, with a sadness and heartache that penetrated deep into his bones, "Photos... study... father's threats... and... how painful it was when you pushed me away... I know everything..."
Chao Youye's body trembled violently.
"I'm sorry... Chao Youye... I'm really sorry..." Mu Xinrong's tears slid down silently and dripped onto the dark carpet.
"I'm like a blind man... like a fool... carrying the resentment of my past life... hurting you again on this line... cutting so many knives in your heart with indifference and resistance... even... even just now downstairs... I was still forcing you..."
He choked and could hardly speak. He took a deep breath and continued:
"You're right... My proximity is like fire... Burning too quickly... It will burn the frozen person... I'm too selfish... I only think about my own pain and longing... I didn't consider how much you've endured... I didn't consider that what you need is time... The temperature to slowly warm up..."
"I don't ask you to forgive me immediately... nor do I expect you to be like before..." Mu Xinrong's voice was filled with humble pleading, yet firm as a rock.
"I only ask you... give me a chance... a chance... to get to know each other again... a chance... to let me get close to you and warm you in the right way... okay?"
He paused for a long time, as if gathering up his courage, before uttering the most humble and sincere request:
"Let's not talk about the past... let's not talk about the things that hurt you... let's... start from now on... get to know each other again... just like... just like two ordinary friends who just met... take it slow... little by little... okay?"
The lounge was completely silent, with only the regular ticking of the instruments and Mu Xinrong's suppressed, subtle sobs.
Chao Youye still had her back to him, her body stiff and without any response.
Time seemed to stand still, and every second felt like a century.
Just as Mu Xinrong's heart was sinking into the icy cave of despair...
The hunched figure nodded very slightly, almost imperceptibly...
The movement was so small that it was almost invisible, but it was indeed a nod.
Mu Xinrong's heart seemed to be instantly injected with boiling lava. The huge ecstasy and incredible excitement made him almost jump up, but he restrained himself and just covered his mouth tightly to prevent the sobs from escaping, but his tears flowed even more violently.
He saw it! He saw that nod!
He is willing! He is willing to give each other a chance!
Sitting on the sofa in the corner, Ye Qingliu, who was resting with his eyes closed, seemed to twitch the corners of his lips slightly.
Hua Jinyue, who was leaning on his shoulder, also secretly opened one eye and looked at Mu Xinrong, who was kneeling on the carpet beside the bed, crying like a child but laughing like a fool. A sweet, sly smile of victory appeared on her little face.
The ice of winter was finally pried open with an imperceptible crack by this clumsy but burning sincerity.
The melting process may still be long and difficult, but the glimmer of hope has already quietly lit up.
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