Chapter 273: Chapter 273: Don’t Leave After School (34)
“Ah…”
The woman screamed in terror as the knife’s cold glint neared her eyes.
The cold glint suddenly stopped.
The boy’s wrist was seized, and then his whole body was pulled backward and embraced.
“It’s okay, don’t be afraid.”
The woman, scared to incontinence, stared blankly at the two hugging each other.
That “It’s okay, don’t be afraid” was clearly not meant for her.
But she didn’t die…
She didn’t die…
Chuzheng caressed the boy’s back, like soothing a small animal.
The boy was trembling all over, as if terrified out of his mind.
“Baby… baby.”
His eyes welled up with heat, too scared to move. His hand holding the knife was wet and warm, and a thick liquid dripped down from his hand.
The smell of fresh blood permeated the night.
Chuzheng gently stroked his back, her voice betraying no hint of distress: “It’s okay.”
How could it be okay…
The exquisitely beautiful boy, his face drained of color, seemed soulless.
Jih Cheng’s voice trembled, “Baby, don’t move, I’ll call 120.”
Jih Cheng fumbled in his pocket a few times, couldn’t find his phone, and after a long while realized that he didn’t have his phone on him.
Chuzheng pushed him away slightly.
She pressed her hand against the wound—the knife hadn’t stabbed too deep. Chuzheng directly pulled the knife out.
Jih Cheng turned pale with fright and covered her wound with his hands.
“I won’t die.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
He didn’t know the person pulling him was Chuzheng, and that’s why he ended up injuring her.
“It’s okay.” Chuzheng raised her hand to wipe his face: “Stop crying, what does it look like?”
A boy crying like that.
She was the one who got hurt.
Even if it hurt, it was her pain.
Why was he crying?
Being weak was one thing, but crying too!
Thinking he could do whatever he wanted just because he was good-looking!
Chuzheng thought such a small injury would heal easily, but Jih Cheng insisted on taking her to the doctor.
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“The wound is not deep, it’s nothing serious. Just make sure it doesn’t get wet in the following days, and…”
The doctor finished instructing and left with the nurse.
Jih Cheng, his head hung low, stood beside the hospital bed, blood still lingering on his hands and body.
“Go wash up.” Chuzheng reminded him.
Jih Cheng looked at the blood on his hands and turned to go to the washroom.
After cleaning up, the boy stood beside her, silent.
Chuzheng pulled him, and the boy fell sitting on the edge of the bed, gaze lowered, as if he dared not look at her.
“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault…”
“Enough, you’ve said it several times.” Chuzheng pinched his hand, pulling him closer to her side; Jih Cheng didn’t dare to resist and obediently moved closer.
Chuzheng tilted his chin and kissed him.
“You lied to me.”
Jih Cheng suddenly heard her say this.
His heart skipped a beat, filled with nervous unrest.
“I… I’m sorry,” Jih Cheng stammered.
In order to keep her from noticing, he had left his phone elsewhere, then sent her a message saying he was held up with something and would be back late.