Wang Yibo's POV
As I watched the sunset down, I let out a deep sigh; the darkness of the forest would come out soon, and so would Zhan.
"You wanna let him stay to protect him, so why don't you?" Without turning around, I shrugged my shoulders; Haoxuan looked up at me as I was sitting on a high tree, his facade up.
"Perhaps because I don't want to take away his freedom?" It was a simple lie, and he knew; I didn't understand why I wouldn't let him stay, but I am scared he will someday get tired of me.
"You've seen the marks on his skin as I felt it; you know he isn't safe there in that outside world either; what you're doing is tormenting both of you slowly." He looked at me, his gaze piercing.
I raised an eyebrow, "for, as far as I know, you don't even like Zhan." He smiled softly for a blink of an eye as he shook his head.
"Perhaps I might not love Zhan, but I know he's your cure as you are his cure; you can't live without each other without tormenting yourself, don't you see?" I sighed, placing my head against the tree; I knew that what Haoxuan said was nothing more than the truth, but was I ready to show my little bunny the life I live?
"Think about it carefully, Yibo who knows this might be the last time you will see him; make the right choice; let the past stay in the past because otherwise, the future will be too quick, and you won't be able to hold on to your present.
Before I could answer, Haoxuan had disappeared again, but as expected, he only wanted the best for me, but I was scared, even if I lived for so long, it didn't matter because I was afraid Zhan wouldn't accept me.
I know that what happened was in the past, but it kept haunting me; the outside world was cruel, and if they had acknowledged that Zhan met me this often, Zhan would have gotten banned too.
After all, even if we make the slightest mistake, we would be banned and be called a cursed one; it's been years since I lived here; I was ten or perhaps 11 when I saw Zhan, he was about to get hit by a car, and even though I knew the date written above him was today, I still saved him.
And his date suddenly had changed, to others, it was my biggest mistake ever, my downfall, but to me, it was none of these, everything I did was worth it, and without hesitation, I would do it again because Zhan was worth all the pain and sufferings.
I chuckled deadly; I was always an unwanted child; my dad despised me after my mom passed away, blaming me, and he was more than happy to hear that I became a cursed one and got banned.
But it didn't matter; none of these did now, not anymore, all I wished for was to save Zhan, he couldn't stay here today, not yet, after all, this forest got filled with others, if I would let him stay here I needed to know about the others.
As I jumped off the tree, I walked without destination, roaming a bit around when I suddenly saw Zhan standing there.
And I couldn't help but walk closer to him when our faces were so close that our noses were about to bump against each other he abruptly opened his eyes, "roses are red, violets are blue, damn, just let me kiss you," I said, his eyes widening before I connected our lips, and while mid doing that I caressed his soft hand, knowing new bruises were covering his arm for sure.
I slowly let my hand creep upwards towards his arm, and just as expected, he flinched, backing away as he looked shocked at me, avoiding my eye.
"Bunny, don't lie to me; what happened?" Who was bringing him those bruises? And why?
I once again took a risky step forward, taking his arm carefully, slowly pulling his sleeve up to show the red burning marks, and slowly I placed my hand over them, the warmth of his skin under my cold touch, and when I looked up, he looked right into my eyes.
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The whispers of our past《Yizhan version》
Fanfic《 A Yizhan fanfic 》 The cursed one loved dead . . . The little boy loved life . . . The cursed one lived for the little boy . . . The little boy died for the cursed one . . .