After about half an hour, Qin Beiming's eyes gradually regained their clarity.
As the saying goes, recovery from illness is like pulling silk from a cocoon. After the inexplicable pain in his body disappeared, his emotions were no longer as agitated as before.
Looking down at Ling Mo, whom he had pinned to the ground, Qin Beiming's cold and aloof expression revealed an undisguised rage. He pursed his thin lips, realizing that he had hurt her once again during his episode, and felt extremely frustrated.
"Feel sorry..."
Qin Beiming quickly released Ling Mo from his embrace, his fingertips lightly touching the teeth marks stained with blood on her neck, his handsome eyebrows unconsciously furrowing.
Seeing that Qin Beiming's madness had subsided, Ling Mo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She sat up with some difficulty, gently covering her torn sports top, and said without a trace of resentment, "I'm fine, you don't need to feel guilty about it."
Qin Beiming looked at Ling Mo's lip, which he had bitten raw, his deep gaze lingering on her once fair but now blood-stained neck, his voice growing increasingly hoarse:
Why don't you leave?
Ling Mo didn't know how to answer, so he subtly changed the subject:
"Go sit on the bed first. The wound on your leg and the laceration on your chest both need to be treated, otherwise they will easily become infected."
"Why not leave? Why put yourself in such a dangerous situation?"
"Because I firmly believe that even if you lose all reason, you will not easily hurt me." Ling Mo's voice was very soft, but his words were extremely firm.
"Even I don't believe in myself, yet you say you believe in me?"
What are you muttering about?
Seeing that Qin Beiming was reluctant to sit down, Ling Mo simply brought over some topical anti-inflammatory medicine and asked in a gentle voice:
"Aren't you going to sit down? It's hard for me to apply the medicine if you stand like this."
"sorry…"
Qin Beiming hadn't expected that Ling Mo would still care about him so much after he had treated her that way. He felt both touched and guilty, so much so that he didn't know how to face her.
During this period of time, his life has become very different from before because of Ling Mo's appearance.
His temperament became increasingly gentle, and he became more optimistic about his illness because of her infection.
Unfortunately, this sudden illness shattered his dreams for the future, forcing him to confront the harsh reality.
His illness was ultimately incurable.
He may very well, as the rumors suggest, never live past the age of 25.
If that's the case, how could he be so selfish as to drag Ling Mo down with him for a moment's pleasure?
At this moment, Qin Beiming felt that Ling Mo's slow-burning nature might not be such a bad thing.
“It’s not your fault, you don’t need to apologize to me at all. If we really want to get to the bottom of this, the reason you had an attack today is because of me. If you hadn’t shielded me from the arrow, you wouldn’t have been injured. And if you hadn’t been injured, you might not have had the attack.”
Ling Mo noticed that Qin Beiming's mood was off and wanted to say something to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say.
She wasn't good at expressing herself; in the past, she would just hide all her emotions and slowly process them alone.
Therefore, when she needs to open up and express herself, she becomes quite cautious.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Mo felt that he hadn't quite offered any comfort, so he simply changed the subject:
"Third Master, why don't you take off your clothes first? I'll give you some emergency treatment for your laceration."
Qin Beiming glanced at the bloodstains that had spread across his chest again, and then realized that the wound on his chest was throbbing with pain.
However, this time he did not obey Ling Mo's every word as he had in the past.
He fastened the belt that had somehow come undone and walked straight toward the door.
At the same time, Tian's mother, who was about to call Ling Mo downstairs for breakfast, pushed open Ling Mo's door and exclaimed "Wow!" when she saw a tall and burly man standing inside.
She reacted quickly, realizing that her actions were likely to cause trouble for Ling Mo, so she quickly covered her mouth and nose, and went into the house in a daze, closing the door tightly behind her.
"Young Miss, what exactly is going on?"
Aunt Tian glared at Qin Beiming, treating him as if he were a monster.
Upon seeing several teeth marks on Ling Mo's neck, Aunt Tian panicked and exclaimed, "Young Miss, what happened to your neck? Did this scoundrel bite you?"
“Aunt Tian, I’m fine. He’s a medical assistant at our school. This morning, I encountered a group of thugs while I was jogging, and he got injured while saving me. I figured I had some medicine in my room, so I brought him back with me.”
Seeing that Aunt Tian was like an angry hen, as if she was about to flap her wings and fight Qin Beiming to the death at any moment, Ling Mo quickly explained.
"Huh? A criminal? How could there be a criminal in broad daylight?!"
Aunt Tian was shocked and quickly grabbed Ling Mo's arm, examining him carefully several times.
Seeing that her sportswear had several holes, he panicked and asked in a daze:
"Young Miss, are you sure you didn't suffer any loss?"
"without."
"It's good that we didn't suffer any losses."
Aunt Tian breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to Qin Beiming and thanked him profusely.
"I have important matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."
Qin Beiming stared intently at Ling Mo, who was being protected by Aunt Tian, and realized that there were still people in the Ling family who genuinely cared for her, which made him feel much more at ease.
Ling Mo tried to call out to him, but Tian Ma grabbed her arm.
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