Looking at Jing Min's self-destructive madness,
Chu Wuyang tried her best to remain calm.
I didn't want to upset him at this time, for fear that it would worsen his injuries.
She could only soothe him gently:
"Jingmin, don't be like this."
"You need to rest now."
But the calmer she became,
This restraint was perceived as indifference and apathy by Jing Min.
He suddenly chuckled softly, his voice hoarse and mocking.
It felt like being stung by something.
It was like hearing the biggest joke ever.
Then, struggling with his weakened body, he unsteadily approached her.
The laughter grew increasingly shrill, carrying an almost manic quality.
"Don't do this?"
He looked at her, his eyes bloodshot.
"Chu Wuyang, you're driving me crazy, you're driving me to my death!"
"Are you telling me now not to do this?"
Chu Wuyang stood still, her fingers slightly clenched.
Her eyes reddened, but she still shook her head.
She wanted to explain, but didn't know where to begin.
Jing Min's low laughter gradually faded, and he grabbed her shoulders.
His gaze was so dark it seemed he wanted to tear her apart.
"Speak up!"
"Didn't you have many unavoidable circumstances?"
"Since you're so eloquent, why don't you explain yourself?"
Chu Wuyang's hands, hanging at her sides, tightened slightly, but her tone remained calm.
“I will explain to you,”
"But that's on the condition that you recover from your injury first."
These words acted like a fuse, igniting all of Jing Min's rationality.
"What, are you still stalling for time?"
Does the explanation need more time?
His voice suddenly rose, hoarse yet ruthless.
"Chu Wuyang, let me tell you, don't think that just because you hear he's still alive you have hope again."
"Even if it's to the ends of the earth, I will bring him back alive."
His voice was so hoarse it sounded like it had been soaked in blood.
"Don't worry, I won't let him die so quickly."
“I will make him taste every bit of pain I have suffered in the past two weeks—gunshot wounds, torture, near death, despair, I will make him experience it all.”
"even……"
He paused deliberately, emphasizing each word.
“I will bring him before you and let you see him kneeling before me, begging for mercy, wishing he were dead.”
What do you think?
He spoke harshly while keeping his eyes fixed on Chu Wuyang.
If she were to show even a hint of concern or panic towards Zhou Heng now,
He was certain he would drag everyone down to hell with him.
Chu Wuyang simply stood there, quiet and calm, like a silent snowfall.
She didn't panic, nor did she back down.
"Jingmin, calm down."
"What you need right now is rest and treatment, not arguing with me, and certainly not going crazy."
This calm detachment, however, pushed Jingmin's rationality to an even more dangerous edge.
"calm?"
"You're telling me to calm down?"
Jing Min's laughter was low and hoarse, tinged with blood, and the madness in his eyes almost consumed him.
"Chu Wuyang, who did this to me, making me look like this?"
"You're standing here like this, acting all nonchalant,"
"You actually told me to calm down?"
He kicked over the chair next to him in a fit of rage, and the violent movement aggravated his wound.
The blood quickly stained the gauze.
Hearing the commotion, the person outside anxiously pushed open the door.
But he stunned her with a loud shout:
"roll!"
Li Yan frowned, glanced around, and then silently closed the door.
Chu Wuyang's eyelashes trembled.
Jingmin is clearly not acting normally now.
He became paranoid, out of control, and even started having delusions.
She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Jingmin, calm down first,"
"Are you really going to die if this continues?"
"die?"
Jingmin laughed maniacally, blood trickling from the corner of his lips.
This made his face appear even paler, and his smile carried a morbid madness.
It's like rubbing salt into a wound.
It also sounds like self-mockery.
"Don't you wish I were dead?"
He stared at Chu Wuyang with a cold gaze, his eyes surging with barely suppressed malice and hatred.
His voice was deep as he slowly recalled the harsh words she had spoken that day.
His tone gradually turned cold.
It felt like a chill being forced out of the throat.
"You want me to not die in front of you?"
"Only when I die can you truly get rid of me, right?"
Every word he uttered was like a poisoned knife, stabbing precisely into her heart, leaving her breathless.
Chu Wuyang's heart tightened, and her throat felt like it was blocked by something.
She knew that Jing Min was completely unable to remain calm at the moment.
Filled with suspicion and unease, he clung to Zhou Heng relentlessly.
Emotions are like a storm; they can easily spiral out of control if one is not careful.
If one were to explain at this moment,
Given his current state,
What you hear is only your own imagination, which you then amplify and distort every word you hear...
She didn't know if that would trigger another storm.
The room was deathly silent.
The air was so heavy it was suffocating, as if a string was about to snap.
...
Jing Min, panting, stared into her eyes, then suddenly spoke, his tone tentative.
Are you afraid?
He pressed closer, his voice growing increasingly harsh.
What are you afraid of?
"Are you afraid I'll really die, or are you afraid I'll live and dig out the people you've hidden?"
Chu Wuyang suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at him.
Jing Min's voice was like a sharp blade, each word finally piercing the calm on her face.
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