To Yan Fei, Chen Ge was just a stranger. Li Bing was different—he had once been Yan Fei's friend.
Chen Ge's words alone might not have been very convincing, but when Li Bing said the same things, they had a completely different effect.
Chen Ge knew it would be difficult to break through Yan Fei's psychological defenses, so he started by winning over Yan Fei's friend.
Li Bing said a lot to Yan Fei. Slowly, a little color returned to Yan Fei's eyes. He was already wavering, but still couldn't bring himself to trust Chen Ge.
"This Ghost School isn't what it used to be. I'm going to change everything from the root." Chen Ge gently took Yan Fei's arm and rolled up his long sleeve. The boy instinctively tried to stop him. He didn't want anyone else to see his secret.
Beneath the sleeve were bandages, and beneath the bandages were wounds that hadn't yet healed.
"Wounds on your body will heal if you wrap them in bandages and apply some medicine. But wounds left in your heart by others will stay forever. I know you're using physical pain to numb yourself, but that won't solve anything. Why punish yourself with pain? Even if you died, the people who hate you wouldn't shed a single tear. They'd stand by your grave, looking at your black-and-white photo and gloating."
Chen Ge pulled down the sleeve and took Yan Fei's hand. The warmth of a living person's palm made Yan Fei feel a long-forgotten sense of comfort.
"I know you still can't trust me, but I'll prove myself through my actions." Chen Ge stood by the bed. "The Ghost School is about to descend into chaos. It's dangerous for you to stay here alone. Come with Li Bing and me. We'll