Time seemed to stand still, and the sound of each other's heartbeats amplified many times over.
Yi Mu released Guan Shengye's hand, his fingers gripping the wooden board on the stool, trying his best to keep his voice from trembling.
“I had a relationship with Zong Ao, and because of the control of something, we lost control.”
Guan Shengye remained in a half-bent-over posture. Yi Mu's words were like a bolt from the blue, completely stunning him.
He simply couldn't believe that, given Yi Mu's personality, he would do something to betray their relationship.
But the facts are right in front of us: the hickeys on Yimu's neck.
Buttons were undone one by one, revealing a horrifying mess of bite marks all over his body.
Guan Shengye's breathing was erratic, his eyes were filled with a raging storm, and his fingers were itching to touch those glaring marks.
He wiped the mark away repeatedly, with great force.
Yi Mu didn't move. He was in a lot of pain, and his skin was even broken, but he didn't utter a sound.
Guan Shengye stopped what he was doing and punched the stainless steel cabinet behind Yi Mu.
With a loud bang, Yi Mu reflexively closed his eyes, thinking the fist was going to hit his face.
Guan Shengye pushed Yi Mu against the cabinet and kissed him uncontrollably.
Yi Mu could sense Guan Shengye's emotions: resentment, rage, and despair.
He didn't know how to comfort the man, so he could only respond warmly and give him a sense of security.
After that, things spiraled out of control. The bathhouse door was tightly closed, but the sound of rushing water and suggestive moans could be heard from inside.
After leaving the bathhouse, the two changed into clothes borrowed from the soldiers in the army.
Guan Shengye's gaze fell on the tattoo around Yi Mu's neck. He touched Yi Mu's neck and said with a deep look in his eyes, "When we get back, we'll remove this tattoo."
Yi Mu nodded, "Okay."
When the two came out of the bathhouse, they were told that the team hospital had figured out the ingredients of the poison and was working on an antidote, which would take about a day.
Guan Shengye asked Yi Mu to go back with him, and the two immediately set off for the United States.
Zong Ao is still unconscious, and it's not yet certain that the antidote will work.
He was injured while saving himself, and Yimu couldn't possibly leave at this critical moment.
Yi Mu shared his thoughts.
Guan Shengye remained silent for a long time, then took out a cigarette from his pocket, walked to the window, and smoked one after another, standing there without moving for the entire afternoon.
Things have come to this point, and no one is coming out unscathed.
Guan Shengye deeply regretted bringing Yi Mu to that banquet.
If that night they were watching boring 8 PM TV in their little apartment, cooking a bowl of noodles, and then going out to walk the dog to digest their food...
Even if life is mundane and uneventful, at least this kind of shitty thing won't happen.
He believed that even if Yi Mu had a sliver of lucidity, he would never have any relationship with Zong Ao.
But what's done is done, and he can't escape it.
Guan Shengye had to make a choice; he was a man, and it was impossible for him to be indifferent to this matter.
But he was even more unwilling to give up. He had initially thought Yi Mu was dead, but later Yi Mu stood in front of him again.
His heart, once dead, was rekindled. Guan Shengye wanted Yi Mu to spend the rest of his life with him, he only wanted him.
The two stayed in the army for two days. On the morning of the third day, Zong Ao woke up.
Guan Shengye stood outside the ward door. The corridor was empty, and even the sunlight seemed pale and weak.
Yi Mu poured a glass of water for Zong Ao. The medicine worked quickly, and Zong Ao, who had been pale three days ago, now had a radiant complexion.
Zong Ao knew that Guan Shengye was right outside the door. He had already learned from the medical staff that the two had been inseparable these past few days.
Guan Shengye must know what happened between them, but he didn't react in any other way. Was he indifferent, or did he choose to endure it?
Yi Mu handed Zong Ao a glass of warm water, and after he took it, he said calmly, "I'm leaving."
Zong Ao's hand trembled, and water spilled from the cup, immediately soaking a patch of the bed sheet.
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