“Chen, you saved me.” Qin Yu touched Ning Chen’s head, feeling sorry for him.
“In the future, never again…” Ning Chen murmured in a trance, “I will never let Xiao Yu get hurt again.”
Qin Yu realized something was wrong with Ning Chen. Although he was talking, his eyes were out of focus. He held on to her and kept repeating what he said.
“Chen, are you okay?” Qin Yu had a bad premonition and held Ning Chen’s hand in panic.
The gloomy look in Ning Chen’s eyes receded a little, and his tone returned normal. He said in a hoarse voice, “I’m fine… Xiao Yu, get some rest. I have stuff to do and I’ll be right back.”
Qin Yu watched Ning Chen put on his clothes and shoes and walked out of the room.
She sat on the bed for a few minutes and suddenly shivered.
Nobody came looking for Ning Chen just now, and he had been lying on the bed with her, so it was definitely not an urgent issue.
Moreover, she had just woken up. Under normal circumstances, Ning Chen would definitely stay by her side.
But now he just left?
This could only mean that… something was wrong with Ning Chen!
Qin Yu struggled out of bed. She felt that her legs were weak and she almost collapsed.
She walked out in panic and went to the next room. She saw Chang Le who was preparing medicine. Chang Le saw Qin Yu, who had been in a coma, woke up and called out in surprise, “Ms. Qin, you’re awake?”
Qin Yu leaned against the wall to maintain her balance. She panted and asked Chang Le, “Where is Ning Chen… do you know? What about his office?”
Chang Le didn’t know what happened, so he followed Qin Yu’s instructions and help her to Ning Chen’s office.
“Open the door,” Qin Yu ordered.
Chang Le twisted the doorknob and found that the door was locked.
“Why is the door locked?” Chang Le was a little surprised.
“Where’s the key? Is there a backup key for this door?” Qin Yu asked in a flustered tone.
“No.” Chang Le had a bad feeling.
“Get some people and break the door open!” Qin Yu made a prompt decision and said decisively.
A moment later, a few security guards forced their way through the door.
Qin Yu rushed into the room and was completely stunned.
The room was in a mess. It was as if they had just experienced a catastrophe. There was almost nothing intact in sight. The floor was filled with broken pages of books, broken vases, broken glasses..
The window pane was smashed, and the air reeked of alcohol.
Qin Yu lifted the curtain and continued on. When she reached the inner room, she saw Ning Chen sitting alone on the floor. His white shirt was stained with a bloody red.
As if he heard someone coming over, Ning Chen slowly raised his head. When he saw Qin Yu, his empty eyes narrowed slightly.
“Xiao Yu,” Ning Chen called out, but his tone sounded like an emotionless puppet.
Qin Yu took a deep breath and held down Chang Le, who wanted to proceed forward, “Make sure nobody enters.”
After Chang Le and the others closed the door, Qin Yu slowly went up to Ning Chen. She then squatted down and reached out her hand to touch Ning Chen’s cheek. It felt cold and moist in her hand.
“Chen…”
Did he cry?
Ning Chen lowered his eyes slightly. Just as he was about to say something, Qin Yu exclaimed, “Don’t move! What is this?”
Ning Chen was holding a knife in his hand! And he was not holding the handle of the knife, but the blade itself!
There was a bottle of alcohol on the ground beside him. The pungent smell that he smelled just now must have come from this bottle of alcohol.
Qin Yu quickly understood — Ning Chen was holding the blade to hurt his hand. Then, he poured the alcohol into his hand.
But Ning Chen was not trying to disinfect the wound on his hand.
How would a normal person treat the wound like this?
He did it to stimulate the wound and make it hurt more!
What was he doing?
He was hurting himself!
“Does it hurt?” Qin Yu’s tone was broken. She held Ning Chen’s bloody hand in a fluster and didn’t know what to do.
Seeing Qin Yu’s anxious face and tears falling down, Ning Chen reached out his hand and wanted to wipe away her tears. But when he reached out his hand, he found that his hand was covered in blood. He withdrew his hand in panic and wiped it on his shirt, he tried to wipe away the blood, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t.
“Don’t… Don’t wipe it.” Qin Yu choked and grabbed Ning Chen’s hand. “I asked you if it hurts.”
“No…” Ning Chen lowered his head. His tone was dull, with a hint of unease and nervousness. “It doesn’t hurt… not as much as Xiao Yu does…”
Was Ning Chen saying that his pain couldn’t compare to what Qin Yu was going through?
Was he… punishing himself?