Whether he was tired or simply in a better mood, Qin Buran slept until late that night.
Worried something might happen to him, Pei Hang made a point of checking on him after waking up. Only when he saw that Qin Buran really was asleep did he relax a little.
As he was closing the door, Pei Hang happened to notice the drawing on the desk.
He paused, walked over, and picked it up. Once he saw what Qin Buran had drawn, he couldn't help laughing.
Well, look at that. He even knew how to mock me through a drawing now.
Pei Hang put the drawing down, went over to sit beside the bed, and gazed at Qin Buran's sleeping face.
As he watched, scenes from the past suddenly flashed through his mind.
In their previous life, after Qin Buran's condition developed into bipolar disorder, he couldn't sleep at night.
At first, he took sleeping pills. Later, even those barely helped, and he still couldn't sleep.
He kept saying that his skin burned, as though he'd been scalded. He also hurt himself.
Even the doctor said that being alive was agony for Qin Buran.
That was the first time Pei Hang had felt despair.
He hadn't known what to do. He couldn't give up on Qin Buran, couldn't live a life without him.
So Pei Hang had stubbornly insisted on keeping him by his side.
When Qin Buran hurt himself, he stopped him. When Qin Buran couldn't sleep, he stayed with him.
Everyone said Pei Hang was good to him, but Pei Hang knew he wasn't good at all.
He was selfish.
He wouldn't let Qin Buran find release.
Unable to let go, he had kept him trapped at his side, making him live in purgatory.
Until that night, when