Seeing that Qi Gu remained silent, Lin Hanzhi kept looking at him as he thought about many, many things, from how Qi Gu had no place for him in his heart to whether Qi Gu would come visit him after he died.
Lin Hanzhi seemed lively, but desolation underlay his life, and his way of thinking was much the same. He always started by considering the worst possible outcome, never daring to hope that anything good would happen to him.
As he thought, the damaged part of his soul at his right arm began to ache fiercely.
He sucked in a sharp hiss of pain and half crouched, pressing his left palm against the painful spot. If he had not been so lost in thought just now, he would not have made a sound. He could even have let it pass as though nothing had happened.
When he was fully aware of himself, he could always hide the pain well. No one would know that he hurt too, or that he could be such a mess.
Fine beads of cold sweat seeped from his temples, and Lin Hanzhi's already deathly pale complexion grew worse, as though he had just been pulled out of the water.
The instant he broke free of those despairing emotions, Lin Hanzhi stood, intending to pretend nothing was wrong. But the next moment, Qi Gu caught his arm, holding it so firmly that he could not pull away at all.
Qi Gu had been deep in serious thought, but Lin Hanzhi's gasp was enough to make him briefly set everything aside and look only at him.
Heavy emotions filled Qi Gu's almond-shaped eyes, and his tone was icy. "Does your wrist hurt? Is it a cramp or something?"
Lin Hanzhi raised his eyes and stared blankly