He regained consciousness.
He was woken by the violent crash of a door being broken down and glass shattering.
"Yanyan!"
"Yanyan!"
"Open your eyes! Look at me! Don't scare me, Yanyan, look at me, don't leave me, Yanyan, wake up, Yanyan..."
Calls and sobs kept reaching his ears. Wen Yanyu opened his eyes groggily and met a pair of gray eyes brimming with tears.
Warm water kept spilling out of the bathtub. A shallow layer of pale red water had pooled on the bathroom floor, with gray-white strands of hair floating on its surface.
His thoughts were still sluggish, and he hadn't registered what had happened at all. Wen Yanyu shifted his gaze slightly and stared blankly at the man.
It took only one look.
Fu Hanchuan's pupils abruptly contracted.
It hadn't been so obvious while he was in the water.
Now that Fu Hanchuan had pulled Wen Yanyu out of the water, his long, pure-white hair spread across its surface. The white mingling with the pale red, bloodied water should have looked somewhat horrifying.
Yet against the boy's weak, deathly pale face, it seemed only a physical manifestation of his frail vitality.
Fu Hanchuan's lips trembled slightly. He couldn't get a single word out.
In the silence.
Fu Hanchuan drew a deep breath. Ignoring the wound on his hand, still bleeding from breaking down the door, he lifted him out of the water.
Fu Hanchuan picked up a bath towel and slowly sat down in a comfortably warm corner of the bathroom, settling Wen Yanyu on his lap.
First, he dried the water from the person in his arms, then gently wrapped him up, holding the towel with one hand and his waist with the other.
Until every trace of water on Wen Yanyu's body had been dried.
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