Yi Tian stood there for a long time, and Liao Fei called him several times before he returned.
"Don't let anyone in." Yi Tian explained, and went into the room with his legs raised.
The man on the bed opened his eyes and looked away, his eyes were empty and out of focus. The doctor said that he has a serious tendency to self-harm, and that he was too weak to take medicine, so they had tied his injured left hand to the bedpost to prevent him from touching the wound. It has only been a few days before the person became thin and thin, and his face was too pale to see blood. If it wasn't for the chest cavity being slightly undulating, Yi Tian couldn't believe that the person was alive and breathing.
Yi Tian stood there and looked at Mu Ran silently. He walked forward for a while, and said nothing, coldly untied the bandage on Mu Ran's hand.
Mu Ran noticed that the restraint on his hand was gone, his fingers moved slightly, and then immediately reached out to pull the wound on the left wrist. Seeing his movement, Yi Tian quickly grabbed his hand and pressed it under him, angrily "What the **** do you want!" Mu Ran still did not respond dully, but squeezed the hand trying hard to break free.
Yi Tian sneered "The threatening trick can't be played anymore and you start to play self-harm. Who do you want to show it to?" Yi Tian looked at Mu Ran's lifelessness, and felt a fire in his heart. He didn't want to talk to the person in front of him anymore, but he couldn't control himself. He had long forgotten how to talk to Mu Ran and sneered at him, which was almost the normal state where he got along with Mu Ran.
Mu Ran's body began to tremble slightly, but the frequency of trembling was extremely small. If it was not Yi Tian pressing his hand, he could hardly detect it. His eyes moved, and finally he looked up at Yi Tian's gaze. "I ..." Mu Ran opened his mouth and tried to speak very hard. "... Uncomfortable ..." It took him a long time to squeeze out these words.
Yi Tian froze there.
It was the first time in three years that Mu Ran had said such a thing to him. He didn't say it when he was sent to the hospital by himself. He didn't say anything when he was blushed and humiliated. He didn't say it when he was upset by Lin Han in private. Yi Tian himself is curious, doesn't this person hurt? It's like finding a new fun game, and even venting the inexplicable feelings in his heart. He is doing things that hurt Mu Ran once again, testing this person bottom line to see how far he can endure.
Now he finally said that he felt pain, but he was no longer himself.
Yi Tian lowered his head, not wanting to face Mu Ran's almost begging eyes, he silently grabbed Mu Ran's hand and put it back into the quilt. He just sat there for a long time until he left.
The next day Yi Tian took Mu Ran out of the hospital and brought him home.
Yi Tian has been living alone since he moved out of the old house. He didn't have that much temper so that he had to be asked to take care of him, and the house was regularly cleaned. Su Wenyang asked if he could find someone to take care of Mu Ran. Yi Tian had recently taken care of the Wu family and put himself on a long vacation to stay at home to rest. Afraid of something happening to Mu Ran, he refused.
He Xudong knew that he originally wanted to stop it. Later, when he looked at the faces of Yi Tian and Xu Ran, he had to stuff the words back. He had no problem, and had to conceal Lin Han's side first.
The first day was actually a little awkward.
In the past, when two people stayed together, Mu Ran took the initiative to talk, or hid in the kitchen to study some dishes that Yi Tian loved when Yi Tian was impatient, but this time, Mu Ran just sat idly, not talking, without any expression, like a wooden man. Yi Tian was a little irritable at first, but later he calmed down. He had picked up people and even dropped the shelf to accompany him. He didn't believe Mu Ran would be so indifferent.
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Muted
RomanceIf there really is a God, if there really is an afterlife; Please, give me a home. - Mu Ran I don't Own the Picture or the Story. For Offline Purpose.