The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Chapter 3

The subtle ticking of the timer was unusually clear between the two of them, like a countdown to the end of their lives after they had reached the end of the world together...

After Wen Yisheng finished speaking, tears welled up in her eyes.

She always said that Wen Zhi had a twisted soul, but wasn't she also becoming extremely conflicted every minute and second she was entangled with him, her body and mind bearing the bitter fruit of love and hate?

reconciliation.

Reconcile with Wen Zhi, reconcile with yourself.

Let go of the past and ignore the future; discard all resentment, unhappiness, and fleeting moments of joy. Face Wen Zhi squarely as a person and let your heart make the choice.

So Wen Yisheng came back.

She didn't want to... in some future minute, some year, some month, or some instant...

She didn't want to recall this unforgettable day.

Recalling with sorrow, regret, remorse, or melancholy...

The memory is... that a man named Wen Zhi died for Wen Yisheng...

This was her answer.

Wen Zhi listened and finally stopped pressing for answers.

Looking down at her, a bright smile appeared on his face, but his beautiful eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist.

The smile looked like a kind of relief, but it contained a hint of hidden pain, and the tears welling up in her eyes slowly slid down her cheeks.

"Then... I can't bear to die..." His hoarse voice was filled with longing.

Two minutes.

Wen Zhi stared intently at the person in front of him, as if trying to etch her last image into his very bones: "I should have asked you to stay with me, but I find myself wanting you to live even more."

"Stop jinxing me! I won't die, and neither will you!" Wen Yisheng's fingers trembled as she cut one of the red wires.

"Stop messing around," he pushed her hand away, "These miniature bombs can't be stopped by cutting a wire; you'll only die faster."

"Then tell me how to do it, tell me..." Wen Yisheng watched the hands tick away second by second, her eyes almost bloodshot.

Wen Zhi gently shook his head.

He stepped back, creating distance between them: "No time, let's go!"

Wen Yisheng's lips trembled, and she forcefully wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand, glaring at him fiercely: "If you don't know what to do, then shut up! Whether I leave or not is my own decision!"

—At the same time, she closed her eyes.

He resolutely cut a red wire with a blade.

嘭；

The expected explosion did not occur, and the timer stopped abruptly.

Wen Yisheng opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

Is it really... that simple?

Wen Zhi was clearly surprised, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Take it off first..." Wen Yisheng's heart was still clenched. She was afraid when she saw the bomb wrapped around his body. She didn't dare to relax and immediately took it off and threw it far away.

Seeing her nervous appearance, Wen Zhi's expression softened a bit.

However, just as the bomb detached from Wen Zhi's body, the timer pointer, which had been stopped, suddenly began to spin at an accelerated speed.

The dripping sound was piercing, like a final alarm before death.

The two froze.

Time seemed to stretch out and slow down infinitely at this moment of reaching the end.

The heart nearly froze and stopped.

Every breath was so clearly audible.

The dried tear tracks on their faces, the shock and pain in each other's eyes, the striking and vivid features of the other, yet about to shatter and vanish with a crash, like water merging into water and disappearing forever...

Wen Yisheng had stopped thinking and even forgot to breathe.

She only saw the bomb, flashing red light with a beeping sound, fly out of his hand, only to explode in mid-air the instant it was thrown down.

A deafening explosion nearly shattered eardrums inside the dilapidated factory.

A strong, warm body instantly locked her in its embrace.

Wen Yisheng felt dizzy and disoriented.

Before losing consciousness, the remaining images in my mind were of exploding walls and copper and iron machines, the flames that burned my eyeballs, and the scorching heat that eroded my body like lava...

But none of them were as clear and unforgettable as the strength, body temperature, and breath that held her tightly in his arms.

-

When Wen Yisheng woke up again, she stared at the snow-white ceiling for a full three seconds.

still alive?

She raised her hand, her fingertips shimmering faintly in the sunlight streaming through the window.

A needle was inserted into the back of her slender hand, and blood flowed back into the IV tubing as she lifted her hand.

A voice rang in my ears: "Don't move around now that you're awake. You have a fever and are on an IV drip."

"You have a slight concussion, abrasions on your shoulder, and the fever is likely caused by a wound infection combined with the shock. There's nothing else seriously wrong. Just rest for a few more days."

Wen Yisheng had a headache and her ears were ringing.

A little slow to react, I turned my head and only saw the nurse's mouth opening and closing, but I couldn't hear the sound very clearly.

She's in the hospital...

A jumble of memories surged through her mind, giving her a splitting headache, which was followed by a sharp, stabbing pain in her heart.

Wen Zhi.

Where is he?

Ignoring the IV drip in her hand, Wen Yisheng propped herself up on the bed, grabbed the nurse's clothes, and asked in a hoarse, weak voice, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness: "Where's Wen Zhi...?"

"Hey, I told you not to move around, what's wrong with you?" The nurse anxiously helped her lie down.

Wen Yisheng's eyes blurred, and her voice trembled: "The man who was taken to the hospital with me is my boyfriend."

"Ah..." the nurse thought, "Was it the one with burns?"

burn……

The memory before falling into a coma included a bomb exploding and burning in the factory, and it is very likely that Wen Zhi was burned.

"right!"

The nurse hesitated before speaking, as if she couldn't bear to say it: "He... had no vital signs when he was brought in."

"He's probably still in the emergency room, but his condition is very serious. Please be kind to him..."

The nurse's voice trailed off, and she didn't continue.

The little girl in front of them was in such a precarious condition that she seemed about to faint at any moment.

Wen Yisheng's face turned deathly pale, and her heart turned ice-cold, as if it had been submerged in ice water and lost all warmth.

"Where is the emergency room...?" she asked softly.

"First floor," the nurse answered instinctively, then added reassuringly, "Don't overthink it..."

Wen Yisheng simply pulled out the IV tube with her hand and got out of bed.

Fresh blood seeped from the needle prick on the back of her hand, dripping down her pale fingertips onto her hospital gown, but she seemed not to feel any pain as she ran out of the ward.

The nurse was startled and quickly chased after him.

Wen Yisheng found the elevator and squeezed in. She was wearing a hospital gown and was barefoot. Her long, loose hair partially covered her pale face.

Her hand was bleeding continuously. She couldn't see or hear the strange looks, the half-surprised and half-sighing reminders and concerns from passersby at the hospital. Her consciousness was detached, as if she were isolated from the outside world.

Her mind was blank; she felt neither grief, fear, nor any other emotion.

I just want to see Wen Zhi.

She simply longed to see him.

……

The corridor of the emergency room on the first floor was quiet, yet it seemed to be filled with the aura of death.

The consequences of not resting quietly in bed were dizziness and a feeling of consciousness disintegrating.

Despite her discomfort, Wen Yisheng stumbled and ran over.

But at the corner of the corridor, I ran into several doctors pushing a hospital bed past.

The person lying on the hospital bed had their face covered with a white sheet, obscuring their features, silently announcing death.

Wen Yisheng froze on the spot, stunned.

My gaze was fixed on an arm that suddenly drooped limply from under the white cloth.

The hand was no longer recognizable as its original skin; the flesh was burned, ulcerated, and hideous.

Bloody.

On that grotesque, fleshy ring finger was a ring covered in scorched black rust, yet the platinum luster inside was still visible.

It's Wen Zhi...

Wen Yisheng realized something, and a certain emotion overwhelmed her. Her vision went black, and her slender body trembled as if she were about to fall.

The doctor next to her helped her up: "Are you alright...?"

Wen Yisheng couldn't hear anything, and she walked towards him step by step.

It felt as if I had lost my soul, my mind was blank, and my heart was filled with a tearing, splitting pain.

Aside from the injuries sustained in the car accident, she was unharmed because Wen Zhi had her in his arms before the bomb detonated.

It's like a painless human shield.

The doctor noticed something; it was clear that the young girl and the deceased male body on the hospital bed were also very close and familiar with each other.

As a medical professional, I have witnessed too many separations of life and death, yet I am still moved and saddened by them, while feeling guilty about my own powerlessness.

"The patient has passed away. Please... take care of yourselves." The doctor bowed his head in grief.

Wen Yisheng felt a chill run through her body, and her blank little face was covered in tears.

She reached out to touch the white cloth, her fingertips trembling, but ultimately she didn't have the courage to lift the cloth and face the truth.

"Wen Zhi..." She knelt down by the hospital bed in despair, as if all her strength had been drained, and called out to him with difficulty.

Wen Zhi is dead.

How could he die?

Wen Yisheng took a deep breath, her vision blurred by tears, making everything indistinct: "You...you're just kidding me again, aren't you...?"

She sobbed uncontrollably, each word uttered with extreme difficulty: "You are... the worst person... really."

"You'd better wake up quickly, or I'll... immediately find a handsome guy to date and make you furious..." She didn't even dare to touch him.

It seemed that nothing could convince her except that the scene before her was cold.

Everything can go back to the way it was before.

Wen Yisheng was incoherent, her voice hoarse from crying: "Say something! Didn't you always like to threaten me? You won't wake up even if I find another man!"

"You dare to try?"

"..."

Wen Yisheng suddenly froze, her back straightening.

Tears welled up in her eyes, trembling, before rolling down her cheeks.

The voice, which sounded both extremely distant and yet very close, was so familiar that it sent a chill down her spine.

The body under the white sheet remained motionless.

"Even if I were dead, you'd wake me up with your anger. *turns head*"