Although it was a terrible sight, the cake's unique aroma was still discernible.
"Okay." Fang Hua nodded. He hadn't finished his work yet. The reason he came here halfway through was to deliver the cake to Fang Rong before it spoiled. Now that the cake had been delivered, his task was complete.
"You eat, I'm leaving first." He turned around and had just taken a step when someone suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Fang Rong's expression was complicated. "Let's eat together before you leave!"
He always felt that he had betrayed Fang Hua, even though Fang Hua didn't know it and was still so good to him, and didn't even mind the harsh words he said that day.
How could you be so silly?
I'm a bad guy!
The hallway was nicely decorated, with artificial flowers in the corners that looked just like real ones and emitted a faint fragrance.
"It would be nice to come inside and sit down."
Fang Hua was slightly taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and was then pulled into the house and pressed down on the sofa.
“I remember you love cake the most.” Fang Rong opened the plastic bag next to the cake, which contained a fork and a plastic knife. He took them out and cut the small cake into several smaller pieces.
Although the outside was a mess, the inside was fine, cooked just right, soft, delicious, and very fresh.
Fang Rong picked up a portion for him and kept one for herself. He glanced up at the apron around Fang Hua's waist and asked casually, "Did you find a job?"
"kindness."
Are you tired?
"It's alright." He seems to have learned a lot during his time away from home, and his speech has become much more fluent.
Fang Rong frowned. He had already seen Fang Hua's hands, which were trying to hide. Those hands should have been the hands of a pianist, slender and long, with distinct joints and fair and delicate skin. Now they were white from being soaked in water, and there was wrinkled skin on the fingertips.
"Washing things?"
"kindness."
"Is it bad for your hands to soak in water all the time? Will you get eczema and be unable to do other work?" He remembered that Fang Hua had danced on a very large stage before. "Dancing, huh?"
"They won't let me jump anymore." He paused, then added, "They always ruin my plans, so I can't find other jobs."
Fang Rong's heart skipped a beat. Indeed, even if he could find a job, what then? He would be investigated soon, and he would have to run away again. He couldn't hold down any job for long.
For some reason, he suddenly felt sorry for Fang Hua.
There is always a reason why someone is pitiful, and there is always a reason why someone is hateful. Fang Hua eats human flesh and drinks human blood and has great power, but he has no identity and no money. His life is hindered at every turn, and he cannot even live an ordinary life like a normal person. For his wife and son, he only has two choices: either join the military or go to the world of beastmen.
“You can’t do this job anymore, you’re being watched.” He didn’t dare to reveal that he had once given the military ideas to deal with him, he could only advise him, “You must choose a job that pays daily and is fast, otherwise you won’t be able to make any money and support yourself.”
Fang Hua has a big appetite; he can eat a pound or two of meat in one meal. Ordinary jobs simply can't support him, meaning he's never had a full meal outside.
So is that the real reason he killed people?
Because you're hungry and can't get enough to eat?
Fang Rong took out some change from her pocket. "Take this to help out first, and pay me back when you have the money."
Because of their strength, the orcs were inherently arrogant and unwilling to accept charity. In order not to hurt their pride, Fang Rong did not give it to them directly, but asked them to return it.
Fang Hua was stunned for a moment, "I don't want it, I have money."
He pulled out a card, given to him by his previous boss. Back then, he danced at a bar and could earn five hundred yuan a day—a pretty good job, except…
"I don't know how to use it." He put the card on the table and pushed it to Fang Rong.
Fang Rong smiled, "This is cash; you need to go to the bank to withdraw it."
"oh."
Since Fang Hua cannot appear in public places, especially near banks where there are many surveillance cameras, Fang Rong accepted the card. "Here's what we'll do: I'll keep the card for you for now. Take this money and buy yourself some food. Don't deprive yourself. If you run out, just ask me for more."
Fang Hua lowered her eyes, put a slice of cake into her mouth, her delicate face expressionless, and did not refuse.
"Fang Hua, have you ever thought about living an open and honest life, without having to hide?"
Fang Hua was taken aback. "Can I?"
"Of course." He said this with obvious hope. "The military thinks you have great potential and hopes you'll join them. What do you think?"
For some reason, Fang Hua suddenly became emotional. His chest heaved, and he opened his mouth several times but could not say anything. Perhaps he did not know how to express himself. Suddenly, he reached out and tore open his shirt, revealing his chest full of scars.
There were gunshot wounds, knife wounds, and even traces left by supernatural abilities. Supernatural abilities are a kind of substance that has the effect of corroding flesh. The wounds just wouldn't heal, and the surrounding area had turned red and showed signs of decay.
Fang Rong gasped, finding it hard to imagine how he had endured it.
If an ordinary person feels like they're going to die from a small scratch, then he must be in a lot of pain from so many wounds.
His voice trembled, and he could barely speak. "These...all of this was done by them?"
The windows and doors inside were tightly closed, making it poorly ventilated, and a faint smell of blood permeated the air.
Fang Rong reached out and carefully touched the scarred chest. "Does it hurt a lot?"
Fang Hua nonchalantly closed her shirt, took his hand and rubbed it against her face, her voice slightly nasal, "It doesn't hurt."
His tone and actions were more like a child pleading with an adult, full of dependence.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Fang Rong asked, feeling a pang of heartache. "They hurt you first, didn't they?"
Fang Hua didn't speak. He sat down next to Fang Rong, rested his head on him, and felt a faint fragrance of shower gel waft over. The familiar scent made him feel at ease.
"You hate them, don't you?" Fang Rong didn't reject his little gesture, letting him rest his head on her shoulder.
"So you killed someone because you were injured, is that right?"
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