"Gu Yixuan, open the door!" Upon hearing Mo Ran’s worried voice, he seemed to gain a sliver of strength and continued to grit his teeth and endure.
"If you don’t open the door, I’m going to break it down." She waited a while, but no answer came from inside.
Mo Ran turned and ran downstairs to find a hammer, then started slamming it against the door lock.
"Miss Mo!" The old lady stopped her hand, "If you break the lock, what will we do if the master can’t get out?"
"But, he’s suffering so much inside, and he’s not opening the door."
"I’ll make a call for a locksmith to come over; you stay here and keep the master company."
Mo Ran revealed a slight smile, it was always the old lady who thought things through, "Okay, go ahead."
"Gu Yixuan, did you hear that? Even if you don’t open the door, it will be opened in a bit, won’t you let me come in now?"
"Ranran, don’t worry about me, I’ll be alright soon." Gu Yixuan tried to make his voice sound very calm.
"How could you possibly be alright? Do you know how frightening it was the last time your headache flared up? Gu Yixuan, please open the door, I’m begging you!" Mo Ran couldn’t help but start crying.
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Hearing her crying, Gu Yixuan’s heart tightened, and his headache grew more intense.
"Ranran, let me endure this alone... I don’t want anyone to see me ..."
Holding his head, Gu Yixuan banged it on the carpet forcefully. Even with the carpet muffling, the thudding sound could still be heard.
The sound tightened Mo Ran’s heart.
"Are you hitting your head against something again? Stop hitting! Don’t hurt yourself!"
Gu Yixuan could no longer hear her. His headache was severe, his vision darkened, his visceral organs felt like they were tearing apart, and every nerve in his body was in painful tremors.
It really hurt so much that he wanted to die.
While Gu Yixuan had earlier been able to bear the pain through clenched teeth, eventually, he started rolling on the ground, uttering continuous agonized cries.
Each cry was like a knife, stabbing into Mo Ran’s heart.
Leaning against the door, Mo Ran sat down on the floor, hand over her chest, already in tears.
Without looking, she knew what state Gu Yixuan was in.
Wiping the tears from her face, she took out her cell phone and called the old lady, "You don’t need to call the locksmith anymore..."
Gu Yixuan didn’t want anyone to see his disheveled state, and she felt the same.