However, when Gu Qinghuai's muscular upper body was exposed before her eyes, Lin Xihe's gaze was firmly drawn to him—there were pink scars of varying depths across his chest, the wounds resembling centipedes cutting through the skin's texture, clearly indicating that he had been severely injured, almost to the point of death.
Looking at his shoulders, they were covered with scars of all sizes, old and new, each one seemingly telling a story of near-death experiences.
Lin Xihe's initial fear was replaced by a bittersweet feeling at this moment.
Her eyes were sore and sore, and her nose also stung. The soreness went straight to her heart, almost bringing her to tears.
She tried desperately to look away, but her gaze seemed to be under a spell, unable to leave the wounds.
"Xihe, would it be better if I didn't come back?" Gu Qinghuai's voice was hoarse, tinged with broken sobs.
A tear slid slowly down his resolute cheek, but it struck Lin Xihe's heart like a heavy hammer.
Lin Xihe could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her face and she couldn't stop them.
At this moment, Gu Qinghuai slowly extended his uncontrollable hands and placed them on Lin Xihe's neck. He carefully pinched her collar with his fingers and pulled it down, slightly opening Lin Xihe's collar.
That small red mole was quietly hidden on her fair neck.
Gu Qinghuai was taken aback at first, then the corners of his mouth turned up, but before the smile could fully bloom, his eyes instantly filled with tears.
He cried, cried like a child, his shoulders trembling.
"It's you, but why did you do this to me..." Gu Qinghuai's voice carried a hint of questioning, but even more so, endless sorrow.
"Xihe, I didn't mean to hurt you, I just wanted you to see my wounds."
"Xihe, you said you couldn't stand seeing me get hurt. You said you didn't protect yourself and that's why you don't like me anymore, right?"
Lin Xihe was in tears, shaking her head desperately, her throat felt blocked, and she couldn't say a word.
"Xihe, don't leave me. Everyone says that nothing is indispensable, but I... I can't live without you..."
Gu Qinghuai's voice grew softer and softer, almost like a murmur, yet every word was clear.
After saying that, he slowly lowered his head and gently pressed his lips to the red mole on Lin Xihe's neck.
But the moment his warm lips touched Lin Xihe's skin, his body seemed to lose all its strength, and he collapsed softly to the ground.
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