After three days of starvation, his hand was weak, unable to cut deeply. He made several uneven cuts at the wrist before his exhausted hand trembled and could no longer hold the knife, so he set it on his leg to rest.
When he felt he had some strength, he picked up the knife to cut his wrist again.
When you’re completely focused on doing something, like wholeheartedly trying to die, you become entirely self-absorbed. So Meng Qing didn’t notice the environment had changed.
“Holy shit, so much blood! My first time…”
When Meng Qing heard the voice, more precisely a curse, he noticed the ground was no longer a gray cement floor but a snow-white surface. Slowly raising his head, he found himself in a pure white room.
Though there were no lamps or windows, the room was very bright, with light seemingly emanating from the walls, floor, and ceiling.
Meng Qing lay in the corner, able to see the entire room. The room was completely enclosed, and besides him, there was no one else. So, it was still a cage, just more aesthetically pleasing.
He lowered his head and continued cutting his wrist.
The voice outside the white room spoke again: “I say, can’t you stop for a moment and ask who I am?”
Meng Qing does not care about him; he completely does not care who is speaking to him. Whether he was transferred from his foster parents to the black-clothed man or to this white room, it makes no difference. Those who want to keep him only think he can be used. In a world where even your biological mother would sell you out, what is there left to cherish?
He no longer wants to be used.
The knife in his hand disappeared, and a young man appeared before him, slightly older… perhaps. Blood loss has blurred his vision.
Meng Qing thinks he is probably hallucinating because he is about to die.
The young man crouches in front of him, examining his wounds, then applies something like a bandage and takes out a bean-sized object, pressing it firmly on his arm.
Meng Qing has no strength to struggle, can only let him treat his wounds, and listen to his lecture: “It’s very impolite not to respond when someone speaks to you.”
