"X-Xiao Mo?"
Chu Xinghui's voice trembled, and his breathing was very faint.
"I'm here."
As though afraid his embrace wasn't reassuring enough, Pei Hanmo wished he could embed Chu Xinghui in his own body.
"Xiao Mo?"
This time, Chu Xinghui's voice wasn't as quiet as before. He gathered his courage and reached out to hug Pei Hanmo back.
"I'm here, Older Brother. I'm here."
He repeated it over and over beside Chu Xinghui's ear.
"I'm here. Don't be afraid."
A glimmer finally appeared in Chu Xinghui's vacant eyes. He clutched Pei Hanmo's clothes and sobbed in his arms.
He cried so hard he could barely breathe.
"Police! Who called?"
The police arrived in time. Seeing one unconscious person on the floor and two people embracing, an officer asked.
"I did."
Still comforting Chu Xinghui, Pei Hanmo raised his head and gestured with his chin at the unconscious person on the floor:
"He tried to break down the door and get in."
He didn't know what had happened. He only knew that Chu Xinghui had definitely been in danger.
"All right. We'll take him in for questioning. Sir, we'll need you to come with us too."
By now, Chu Xinghui had calmed down a little, but only a little. He reached out and pointed inside:
"There's... there's a camera."
As soon as he finished, tears spilled from the corners of his eyes again.
A sasaeng?
Hearing that key word, Pei Hanmo immediately picked Chu Xinghui up and walked inside.
The bed was a dreadful sight after Chu Xinghui had stabbed it with a knife. Bits of cotton lay scattered across it, along with a camera and a voice recorder.
"We'll take all of these in as well for questioning."
The officer put on gloves, carefully picked up the evidence on the