My reunion with you is a belated confession

Chapter 106 It Shouldn't Be Like This

As for Wei Qian's actions just now, Xingheng didn't seem to care, he didn't even look at him, as if he was immersed in his own world.

Suddenly, Wei Qian seemed to be stimulated by something, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she walked quickly towards Xingheng, asking incredulously, "What are you doing?"

He Meiqi followed Wei Qian's eyes and turned his head, the shock on his face was impressive.

Xingheng curled up, holding both hands in his arms, and only moved slightly. If it wasn't for the ball of bright red blood that covered his entire hand, no one would have noticed what Xingheng was doing with his hands in his arms. .

Facing Wei Qian's questioning, Xing Heng remained indifferent, without blinking his eyes the whole time.

The wound that had just been bandaged not long ago was torn apart by Xingheng's hands.

"What are you looking at, come over and bandage up!" He Meiqi was stunned by Wei Qian's shout.

But when walking towards Xingheng, the whole person couldn't stop shaking.

She is indeed a crazy person, but she cherishes her life. In order to survive, she can give up everything.Otherwise, what He Guoping did to her would be enough to make her commit suicide many times.

Xingheng glanced at He Meiqi from the corner of his eye, his face was no longer expressionless, but a weird smile.

When Wei Qian also saw Xing Heng's smile, she stopped in her tracks.

He was not familiar with this smile, but he still remembered it clearly.

Back then, he tortured Xingheng in various ways, but it was just to satisfy his unbalanced psychology.

Lu Tao and Xing Yaohui are both scumbags, but why does Xingheng still have a good life? Wouldn't it be possible to live with such peace of mind.

After walking in the dark for a long time, I suddenly wanted to be accompanied by someone.

However, the person who was tortured to the point of being in a trance suddenly cut a carving knife into his chest on a rainy night.

"Do you want to kill me again?" Wei Qian stood still only one step away from Xingheng, with a sad face, and even a trace of expectation, expecting the person in front of him to say no, expecting the person in front of him to shake his head.

But nothing came, Xingheng's expression said it all.

Wei Qian suddenly laughed too, loudly, took out a piece of glass from her chest, and handed it to Xing Heng.

However, she quickly took it back, and turned to look at He Meiqi who was aside: "Go out."

He Meiqi glanced at Xing Heng.

This person's emotions are obviously very wrong, stubborn, unconscious, as if he can't listen to anything, a typical mental disorder.

If something is done in this situation, this person can do it without being responsible.

But after thinking for a moment, he turned his head and left without saying a word like "be careful".

Wei Qian didn't respond to He Meiqi's unfeeling.The relationship between the two of them was originally a cooperative relationship. Although he hoped that someone would care about him, he wouldn't be so hungry.

The opened door was closed again, Wei Qian took out the shard of glass tirelessly, handed it to Xingheng, held Xingheng's finger on her chest with the remaining hand, and said softly, "Come on."

It's not as gentle as the sound coming from Wei Qian's mouth.

Xingheng looked at the things in his hands and studied them carefully, as if he was admiring a work of art.

After a long time, a tear hit the glass.

His hands were still trembling uncontrollably when he came into contact with Wei Qian. He thought, what he was afraid of was not Wei Qian, but the dirty past and background that he was unwilling but had to admit.

"why?"

Why do you treat him like this? He was greedy at times, but he just wanted a future with He Mingsheng from the beginning to the end, but why is it so difficult?

The whole sentence of "why" made Wei Qian's heart skip a beat. He admitted that he was still defeated after all, and the emotions in the world have never been under his control.

His throat was so dry and hoarse that he could only say why in a breathy voice.

Xingheng raised his eyes to look at Wei Qian. There were too many emotions in that glance. Wei Qian felt that he was having difficulty breathing. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and it hurt even to swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Withdrawing his gaze, he looked at the glass in his hand, there was still blood stains on the edge, which had already dried up, but now it became wet again because of the few tears just now.

He couldn't tell the difference between reality and dream, he always felt that He Mingsheng was calling his name.

But before he heard it clearly, Wei Qian took his hand and stroked it towards his chest.

The cold touch made Xingheng suddenly startled, his thoughts seemed to return suddenly, and the person in front of him had a pair of eyes: "Xingheng, I don't understand why you only have He Mingsheng in your eyes, why can't you it's me?"

Xingheng held the glass in his hand, trying not to let it touch Wei Qian's skin.

While pushing and shoving, he felt the feeling of glass being scratched into his flesh. At that moment, he even felt the subtle feeling of his skin being torn apart.

That's right, he wanted to go out, he wanted to find He Mingsheng, but why did he hurt himself, no matter how he looked at it, the injury on his wrist seemed to be caused by himself.

Now He Mingsheng is going to be angry again.

He raised his head and met Wei Qian's gaze.

The sudden staring distracted Wei Qian for a moment. Xingheng broke free, and directly hit Wei Qian's stomach with an elbow. Before the other party had time to react, Xingheng's foot stepped on Wei Qian's again. chest.

"You want to die by my hands?" Xingheng's voice was as difficult as ever, but it was such a vague and labored voice that Wei Qian suddenly lost all strength.

Seeing that Wei Qian didn't struggle, Xingheng retracted his feet, sat down on the edge of the bed, took the medicine box not far away, which should have been bandaged for him earlier, and carefully bandaged the wound on his wrist again.

The fierce battle suddenly fell silent like dead silence.

Staring at the half-bandaged wound on his hand, Xingheng suddenly said:

"Wei Qian, it shouldn't be like this between us. No matter what you contacted me in the first place, we shouldn't have ended up like this. Now, I don't know whose problem it is, but it's come to this. Such a situation." Xing Heng endured the pain, the sweat beads on his face could be seen clearly even with the faint light, but there was an imperceptible femininity.

"You want to drag me into hell, but there are people and things I am attached to in this world, so I am not willing to leave like this. According to my temperament, in fact, what you have done to me, you should not There are still lives alive.

But...but if I get blood on my hands, I can't meet the people I want to see.Although……"

Although it is no longer possible to see him now, he still does not want me to do so.

Re-wrapping the gauze on the wrist, Xingheng twisted slightly, the painful pain distorted the facial features.

"I am leaving."

After Xingheng said this, he didn't care about the people behind him, and the people behind him didn't make any moves.

The dilapidated iron door creaked, and a few seconds later, there was a bang, and the sound of the iron door closing, a tear rolled down the corner of Wei Qian's eye.

He is perverted, living in this world like a bedbug, even the only light in his life wants to be dragged into this purgatory-like darkness, and wants that person to be stained with the same filth as him.

There are so many beautiful and bright things in this world, but there is only half a place for him, Wei Qian, to rest.

He is still not reconciled...