But he made me realize again how ridiculous I was, making me experience once more that I was always someone to be discarded. The only person I thought I could trust, Wu, had never truly understood me. What was I – I was nothing, everything was just my own self-importance.
I looked at the person busying himself on top of me. I had lost, lost completely, without even a shred of dignity remaining. Tears slid from the corner of my eye, falling on his hand, leaving no trace.
“Go away! Stay away from me!” An enraged voice came from me, the suppressed pain making his voice even more harsh. He finally stopped his actions.
I crawled from beneath him, rushing towards the door with panicked steps, a joy of being reborn filling my heart.
But soon, my steps involuntarily stopped. This man was remarkable – even at this point, he could still maintain some rationality. His inner compassion had finally overcome his fear. I turned to look at the man on the ground, struggling. Each movement seemed like torture. His face was almost distorted, his lips changing from pale to black.
My heart tightened. Was his poison beginning to spread? I slowly moved my steps towards him.
Chapter Twelve: Detoxification (1)
The black and blue face was terrifying, making one want to run away. But I tried to control my trembling legs, understanding that this step back was entering an irredeemable hell. Yet the compassion in my heart wouldn’t let me leave, hoping Xiao Wu would return soon.
“Hey… hey… are you okay!” I saw the black energy moving between his eyebrows, reluctant to touch it.
But before my hand could reach his skin, his rough voice stopped me. The black energy intensified, his voice becoming weak.
“Get lost, I told you to get lost!” The hoarse voice drenched me. From his painful voice, I understood how difficult his forbearance was. If I touched him again, I would definitely die.
I watched his body struggling on the ground, his wet clothes sticking to his skin, like a snake being tortured. The blood-red desire was exposed in his eyes.
If he continued to endure, he would be poisoned. I could feel that his struggle was becoming increasingly forced, moving from intense to losing strength. The first reaction in my mind – don’t let him lose consciousness!
