Chapter 88 Survival vs. Death Promise "Do you think hallucinations can..."
At that moment, Wen Yinhe's head throbbed with a sharp pain, as if pierced by a needle, and his mind went completely blank, all thoughts ceasing instantly.
The terrified screams and frantic footsteps all around vanished, and the whole world fell into a deathly silence, leaving only a piercing buzzing sound in one's ears.
Before Wen Yinhe's brain could process the information, his body had already staggered out.
He slid straight down the hillside.
His neat and clean trench coat was covered in mud, and branches and stones had cut the back of his hands. By the time he reached the bottom of the slope, his fair hands were covered in mud and blood, but he was completely unaware of it.
Wen Yinhe stumbled and ran to the edge of the steep slope, where he saw that the familiar car had rolled to the bottom and was emitting thick smoke; it was about to explode.
The image of Lu Huaijin lying unconscious in the car, barely alive, flashed into his mind almost instantly. His eyes widened in horror, and his eye sockets stung as if they were about to bleed.
Wen Yinhe raised one foot, without any thought or hesitation, and jumped down without any pause, just like every time he ran towards Lu Huaijin.
The staff members in the distance realized Wen Yinhe's plan, their hearts stopped, and they shouted at the top of their lungs:
"Danger! Don't go down!!!"
However, at this moment, no sound could be heard in Wen Yinhe's silent world.
He stared blankly at the wrecked car at his feet, his bloodshot eyes fixed on it, his mind filled with only one thought—
Huai Jin was still in the car.
A chorus of panicked screams erupted from the surrounding area.
Just then, a familiar figure suddenly rushed over from the side and tackled Wen Yinhe to the ground.
Immediately afterward, a familiar voice rang out above Wen Yinhe's head, its tone filled with anxiety and fear, roaring like a madman:
"Are you crazy? There's a cliff below! Do you want to kill yourself?!"
Wen Yinhe stiffly turned his head and met Lu Huaijin's eyes, which were filled with fear and terror.
Lu Huaijin pressed his entire body against Wen Yinhe, his eyes were bloodshot, his breathing was rapid, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his hand gripping Wen Yinhe's arm was trembling wildly, his knuckles turning white.
He rushed back immediately after hearing the sound of something heavy falling beneath his feet.
God knows how terrified and panicked he felt when he saw Wen Yinhe trying to jump off the cliff.
Lu Huaijin's roar exploded in Wen Yinhe's ears.
The sounds of the world slowly returned at that moment, and the first thing Wen Yinhe heard was the violent pounding of his own heart, as if it were about to burst.
Wen Yinhe belatedly realized that Lu Huaijin was not dead, and his Huaijin was alright...
He opened his mouth, but lost his voice the first time. After trying several times, when he finally spoke again, his voice was so hoarse that it sounded like broken iron, enough to startle anyone who heard it. It was completely unlike Wen Yinhe's original voice.
"I...I thought you fell down."
Wen Yinhe's eyes were bloodshot, and he lay limp on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably. He looked at Lu Huaijin helplessly and confusedly, just like a child who couldn't find his home.
"If...if you die, I will follow you without hesitation. We promised to go together, that neither of us could go first, that we would wait for each other. We promised that even in death we would never be separated, that even if we were to die, we would die together..."
In an extremely hoarse voice, he murmured and repeated their vows over and over again, as if he had lost his soul.
A hollow, dark light appeared in his crimson pupils, filled with a morbid obsession, yet as fragile as shattered glass, his gaze unfocused and unable to concentrate.
Lu Huaijin's heart suddenly clenched, and he felt excruciating pain.
He pulled Wen Yinhe into his arms tightly, so tightly that he wanted to stuff Wen Yinhe into his sternum, but then loosened his grip slightly the next second, afraid of hurting him.
"It's alright, it's alright, don't be afraid. Look, I'm right here in front of you, aren't I? A little while after you got out of the car, I felt it was too stuffy inside, so I got out early. I wasn't even in the car, so I'm perfectly fine. We're both okay, we're both safe, right?"
Lu Huaijin kept stroking Wen Yinhe's back, his broad and warm hands rhythmically conveying his reassuring strength and warmth.
He couldn't imagine what would have happened if he had arrived even a little later...
A piercing pain suddenly spread from his chest, making it difficult for Lu Huaijin to breathe, and his eyes instantly turned red.
He hugged Wen Yinhe even tighter in fear, his body trembling slightly along with Wen Yinhe's.
Soon, a staff member ran over anxiously and asked, "Mr. Lu, Ms. Wen, are you alright?"
"It's alright, Yinhe was just a little frightened. I'll take him to the car to rest for a while." Lu Huaijin took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.
He helped the exhausted Wen Yinhe to his feet, stroked the man's drooping hair, and turned to the staff, instructing, "Keep the scene intact and don't move. Call the police immediately, and then bring a first-aid kit."
The staff member quickly responded, "We've already reported it, and the police are on their way. Please go upstairs and rest. I'll open the door for you, and I'll go get the first-aid kit right away."
After Lu Huaijin took Wen Yinhe to the car, the director quickly came over to apologize in person. Xiao Ye, Xiao Jue, An Zicheng and Du Ruopu also came over.
Zheng Shuming has been taken into custody by staff and placed in a separate car. Two men sit on either side of him, holding his shoulders and sandwiching him between them.
Just in case, the production team even used the same handcuffs they had used in the game to handcuff Zheng Shuming.
The car was deliberately turned off and the key removed to ensure that Zheng Shuming could not cause any more trouble.
The incident started with a dispute between Xiao Ye and Zheng Shuming. Although it was Zheng Shuming who started it, Xiao Ye still felt guilty. The other three people accompanied him as relatives.
Lu Huaijin didn't want to take his anger out on them. He knew who the real villain was, so he waved his hand and told them to go back.
Rather than hearing apologies from innocent people who were implicated, he just wanted to personally send the culprits to jail.
Moreover, in the current situation, besides anger, all that remains is a deep sense of heartache and worry for Wen Yinhe, leaving him with no extra energy to care about unrelated people.
After getting up, Wen Yinhe buried his face deep in Lu Huaijin's shoulder, breathing rapidly and hotly, frantically absorbing the comforting and familiar scent emanating from Lu Huaijin, as if he would suffocate if he left Lu Huaijin's body.
Even when her hand was being held while the medicine was being applied, this state did not change at all.
Lu Huaijin could clearly feel Wen Yinhe's violent heartbeat right next to him, so fast it was abnormal. The force was so strong it felt like his sternum was about to shatter, making Lu Huaijin worry that he might suddenly die at any moment.
He kept gently comforting her, and after a while, Wen Yinhe calmed down a little, but she still held Lu Huaijin tightly, as if she was afraid that the man would disappear on the spot the next second if she let go.
This situation continued until the police arrived at the scene.
Because it was the production crew's vehicle, it was equipped with a camera that captured the entire process of Zheng Shuming's crime. The fingerprints on the steering wheel were also irrefutable evidence, so there was absolutely no way he could escape.
Unfortunately, there is no concept of attempted indirect murder in the law, so relying on that to kill him in one blow is probably not enough.
We can only explore other aspects more carefully after we get back.
He didn't believe that Zheng Shuming had really been clean in the Xiao family these past few years; he was afraid that some of his misdeeds had been covered up by Xiao Jue.
But this also means that Xiao Jue definitely has a lot of good stuff in Zheng Shuming's hands. Presumably, this young master of the Xiao family would be very happy to join forces with Lu Huaijin to send this scumbag to prison.
Wen Yinhe doesn't remember how he got home.
Ever since the accident, his mind has been blank and dazed.
My limbs felt numb and stiff, and my body became difficult to control, as if it no longer belonged to me.
His vision gradually blurred, and he felt that everything in front of him was unreal, as if he was still stuck at the moment when the car plunged off the cliff.
He even felt as if he had lost a piece of his memory, because he clearly remembered that just a moment ago he was tightly embracing Lu Huaijin at the scene after surviving the ordeal, but now he was already at home.
For Wen Yinhe at this moment, time was stagnant, disordered, and chaotic.
It was a terrifying sense of loss of control, as if even the fact that he existed in the world had become illusory and ethereal.
Of course, there is also the most terrifying speculation.
Maybe Lu Huaijin really was in that car back then. The person he loved most in the world was long gone, and everything in front of him was just his fantasy.
He simply couldn't stop himself from thinking about what he would do if something really happened to Lu Huaijin.
The image that was so painful to even imagine was vividly imprinted in his mind when he was at his most emotionally extreme.
Even though he had escaped danger, that desperate and painful scene still haunted him like a nightmare.
He could no longer distinguish between what was real and what was fake.
Wen Yinhe calmly and warily observed everything around him, carefully examining Lu Huaijin's face.
His gaze moved inch by inch along Lu Huaijin's eyebrows, eyes, and nose, as if trying to discern the authenticity of the person before him.
But whether it was true or not, Wen Yinhe held the man's hand tightly and refused to let go even a little bit.
Even if it's an illusion, it's still his lover, and can only belong to him.
Lu Huaijin looked at Wen Yinhe's blank expression, which revealed not a trace of emotion, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Wen Yinhe seems to have become dissociated due to the excessive blow and stimulation.
He was terrified and completely lost his mind.
Lu Huaijin was experienced in this because Wen Yinhe had experienced similar symptoms when he was sick before.
This is a protective mechanism of the brain that helps people avoid getting hurt because they cannot bear too much pain when faced with extreme trauma and emotional overload.
Lu Huaijin touched Wen Yinhe's face with heartache, his heart aching with a dense, throbbing pain that made his eyes sting.
Instead of provoking Wen Yinhe, he took his hand and slowly led him to the bathroom.
"Come on, let's take a bath, okay? A hot bath will make you feel better."
Although it was a question, Lu Huaijin did not give Wen Yinhe a choice. He stripped both of them naked without permission, filled the bathtub with water, and took Wen Yinhe's hand to lie down in it together.
This is an extra-large double bathtub that Lu Huaijin specially replaced after Wen Yinhe moved in. It's big enough to comfortably fit two tall men who are almost 1.9 meters tall.
Even though the bathtub was so spacious, Wen Yinhe still had to lean most of his shoulder on Lu Huaijin, pressing his skin tightly against Lu Huaijin's.
The legs underwater clamped down on one of Lu Huaijin's legs, even curling up their five toes to completely envelop Lu Huaijin's toes, displaying an overbearing domineering attitude.
Lu Huaijin felt both sad and amused. Why didn't this person just lie down on him?
Since Wen Yinhe didn't press down on Lu Huaijin, Lu Huaijin slid to the side and rested his head on Wen Yinhe's shoulder, with a large part of his back lying on Wen Yinhe's chest.
Wen Yinhe's breath hitched, and he quickly hugged Lu Huaijin tightly, as if he were holding a lost treasure that had been found again. He lowered his eyelashes, gently rubbed his soft face against Lu Huaijin's wet hair, and kissed the top of his head with his warm, wet lips.
Although not a single word was spoken throughout, every little gesture seemed to convey love and possession.
Lu Huaijin grabbed a wet towel, soaked it in hot water, and poured it over the two of them. He turned and kissed Wen Yinhe's cheek, asking gently, "Does it feel good?"
Wen Yinhe continued kissing Lu Huaijin's forehead and earlobes, stiffly opening his mouth, but the sound that came out was still hoarse and unpleasant, startling and unbelievable: "Comfortable..."
Lu Huaijin was slightly stunned, his eyes immediately welled up with tears, and he couldn't help but slowly redden them once again.
It was only then that he realized that when a person is subjected to extremely strong stimulation, even their voice can become hoarse.
Lu Huaijin hadn't seen Wen Yinhe in this state for many years.
He felt as if he had returned to the time when Wen Yinhe was sick.
He knew that once he contracted this disease, it was very likely that he would never be cured, and that it would suddenly relapse at any time, and then he would fall into a dark cycle again and again.
Once you decide to be with a sick person, you must be prepared to spend your life trying to cure them.
Lu Huaijin, however, found it sweet.
His redemption of Wen Yinhe was never a one-sided affair.
He and Wen Yinhe were clearly two wounded yet lonely and romantic hearts that were fortunate enough to meet in the vast universe.
They were simultaneously drawn to each other's subtle radiance, unable to resist moving closer to one another, and eventually naturally merging into one.
Lu Huaijin detests those outsiders who constantly measure their relationship by how much they have given.
This is the narrowest, most ignorant, and most superficial kind of thinking.
Their love for each other has completely transcended the realm that can be measured by money and profit.
If you've never loved someone with your life, you can never understand what kind of feeling that is.
They are the kind of people who would die for each other without hesitation in the next second.
Who dares to question their relationship?
Who has the right to question their relationship?
Just then, Wen Yinhe suddenly whispered hoarsely in Lu Huaijin's ear, "Are you hallucinating?"
Lu Huaijin was stunned for a moment, not expecting that Wen Yinhe had always thought of him this way.
His heart felt as if it were being gripped by a large hand, the pain intensifying, his mouth filled with bitterness, and his gaze towards Wen Yinhe was filled with heartache and helplessness.
"I'm not." Lu Huaijin pushed all of Wen Yinhe's damp bangs behind his head, kissed his smooth forehead, and then gradually moved down along Wen Yinhe's brow.
His kiss slid over the high, straight bridge of her nose, across the tip, across her rosy, blood-red cheeks that symbolized vitality, and finally landed on Wen Yinhe's moist, red lips.
He gently brushed his lips against Wen Yinhe's, and asked softly and slowly, "Do you think... I am something you imagined?"
Wen Yinhe felt the familiar, alluring scent and soft, sweet touch of the man's lips, and his mind went blank. He was once again caught in the oscillation between reality and illusion: "I...I don't know..."
"Now, you'll have to experience for yourself whether I'm real or just a figment of your imagination."
After Lu Huaijin finished speaking, he grabbed Wen Yinhe's hand, pulled him out of the bathtub, wiped him down a couple of times, and then hurriedly dragged him back to the room before pushing him onto the bed.
He lifted his leg and straddled it.
Wen Yinhe's muscles tensed up instantly.
Their skin, still damp and hot from their bath, was pressed together for only a few seconds before they couldn't help but sweat, like two furnaces colliding.
Lu Huaijin grabbed Wen Yinhe's hand, slightly raised his chin, and stroked down his sexy Adam's apple and slender neck.
Let Wen Yinhe personally experience his own existence inch by inch.
Soon, a blush rose on Lu Huaijin's cheeks. His gaze, which was fixed on Wen Yinhe from above, never wavered. His deep eyes were captivating, and the corners of his eyes were tinged with an alluring red.
To openly express one's love and desire.
You must make sure that Wen Yinhe can see every expression on your face, hear every word of love you say, and touch every corner of your body.
"And now? Have you figured it out?"
As Lu Huaijin guided Wen Yinhe's hand, he kept asking questions, his voice low and husky, seemingly nonchalant, but the deliberately drawn-out ending of each word was undeniably alluring.
Do you still think I'm hallucinating?
Wen Yinhe's unfocused gaze repeatedly focused on Lu Huaijin's captivating face and figure, his vision blurred, and his mind became increasingly agitated.
Whether it was a hallucination or the man's allure was beyond his control, he felt dizzy.
At the moment of perfect harmony, Wen Yinhe suddenly pulled Lu Huaijin's wrist away, and as Lu Huaijin lay on top of him, he forcefully pressed Lu Huaijin's head down and kissed the man's lips with thirsty longing.
This feeling was like sweet dew, making his heart ache and moving him to tears, but it also made his mouth even drier.
The long-lost sense of touch and emotion finally slowly returned to his body.
A passionate, sensual kiss penetrated Wen Yinhe's full lips, bringing even more sweetness and a dazzling thirst.
Do you think an illusion could kiss you like that?
Lu Huaijin stroked Wen Yinhe's taut jawline with his long fingers, his fingertips gently pressing against Wen Yinhe's wildly bobbing Adam's apple. He had caught evidence of Wen Yinhe's arousal.
Do you think hallucinations can make you this happy?
Lu Huaijin brazenly bit Wen Yinhe's ear, pouring all the moving melodies he wanted to utter himself into Wen Yinhe's ears.
The scorching breath turned Wen Yinhe's earlobes crimson, and the deep, magnetic voice was simply the most powerful weapon in the world, almost killing Wen Yinhe.
Do you think hallucinations can be related to you...?
Lu Huaijin repeatedly forced him to feel his presence and to feel his love for him.
"Do you still think I'm hallucinating? Hmm?"
The vague barrier in Wen Yinhe's mind was gradually shattered, revealing the true face of the world.
His brain slowly resumed functioning, his empty, numb eyes were once again tinged with the unique color of Lu Huaijin, and his wandering soul finally returned to its original form.
The tug-of-war between reality and illusion has finally come to an end.
Wen Yinhe spoke in a hoarse voice, his eyes reddening, choking back sobs:
"No...it's real, I touched you, Huaijin, I kissed you, you're alive, you're really alive..."
Lu Huaijin tenderly stroked his reddened eyes, then lowered his gaze and kissed his damp eyelashes:
"Yes, it's true, I'm really alive and well, you're holding me, can you feel it?"
Wen Yinhe regained his strength and suddenly flipped over, pinning Lu Huaijin beneath him. He then hugged Lu Huaijin tightly in his arms, burying his face in Lu Huaijin's warm shoulder, his whole body trembling violently as if he were about to fall apart.
"Huai Jin, Huai Jin... my husband, my love, my darling, I can't live without you... I can't lose you... I really can't live without you, I can't do it alone, I really can't... Please hold me, my Mr. Lu, I'm so scared, I'm not afraid of death, I'm only afraid of losing you..."
After a full day had passed, Wen Yinhe finally belatedly felt the overwhelming fear and terror that followed.
Lu Huaijin felt the hot, wet tears streaming down his shoulder. He paused slightly, and his chest suddenly ached as if he had been punched hard. It was both painful and numb, and tears streamed down his reddened eyes.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was equally hoarse and choked as he patted Wen Yinhe's back repeatedly, stroking it gently and kissing Wen Yinhe's hair tenderly.
"Alright, alright, you feel better after crying it out, you feel better after crying it out. Slow down, slow down, no rush, we're all fine, we're all still alive, we can live together for a long time to come, no one will leave before we're a hundred years old..."
How could he not be afraid? How could he not lose Wen Yinhe?
If... he meant if.
Wen Yinhe actually jumped down then, and something bad happened.
He will hand over all his property to the state, and then go alone to the place where Wen Yinhe left, and leave with him.
Just like Wen Yinhe, who didn't hesitate to rush down at that time.
He would follow in Wen Yinhe's footsteps without the slightest hesitation.
He has already tasted the joy of being loved, so how could he tolerate returning to loneliness?
They are two trees that have grown together. Over the long years, their roots have intertwined tightly underground, and their canopies have intertwined in the air, as if connected by blood, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.
They share the sunshine and rain, and also weather the storms together.
From then on, they shared joys and sorrows, and were bound together by life and death.
If one of them were to be cut down, people would be astonished to find that their roots had already grown into one, making it impossible to distinguish which one belonged to which.
If one dies, the other absolutely cannot survive.
Wen Yinhe is not normal, and Lu Huaijin has never been normal either.
Such obsessive love would be suffocating for any ordinary person in the world.
But for them, it was a source of security.
No one in this world could stand them except each other.
They are the most suitable, the most compatible, and the most well-matched.
"Let's live together." Lu Huaijin trembled as he hugged Wen Yinhe tightly and whispered in his ear.
However, both of them knew that what they wanted to hear more, and what moved them more, than that promise was—
Wen Yinhe kissed Lu Huaijin's lips, his eyes, washed by tears, filled with the same obsession as Lu Huaijin's. They gazed contentedly into each other's eyes, and he continued:
"Then... let's die together."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com