A punch landed hard, cracking the window instantly, and the excruciating pain, like a bone breaking in his right hand, brought tears to his eyes.
Another punch shattered the window, and as he heard hurried footsteps behind him, he raised his bloodied right hand and delivered another punch.
The window shattered, and a gust of cold wind swept through instantly.
He took two steps back, when suddenly the sound of a door opening came from behind him: "Mo Yu! What are you doing! Open the door!"
Shards of glass were embedded in the tender flesh of his hand, and thick blood splattered everywhere. Yet he felt no pain. He moved step by step to the windowsill and jumped down.
Longing can drive a person crazy.
...
It seems to be getting colder and colder. Even though it's already mid-February, the wind blowing in my face is as sharp as a blade, and it hurts terribly when it cuts my cheeks.
It was completely dark when Su Jinning, holding her phone, walked in the opposite direction of the crowd. She bumped into too many people along the way but didn't have a chance to apologize.
He should have gone faster, crossing every street to embrace the person he had longed for day and night for so many days.
He didn't know what had gotten into him that made him go to see him, but when he ran through two streets without feeling tired, he realized that it was longing that was driving him crazy.
At the street corner, the streetlights flickered on and off, and Su Jinning stopped in her tracks...
When he saw that familiar figure, his blank gaze shifted to Shen Moyu's arm, and his breath hitched.
Shen Moyu's right arm was bent strangely at his side, as if it were broken. Blood kept seeping out and flowed down his forearm to his white fingertips. The bloodstains traced the route he had taken, bright red and eye-catching.
Su Jinning's pupils widened as he watched Shen Moyu, covered in blood, walk towards him in the glaring light.
Like a stray cat that has escaped death, abandoned and beaten, it crawls over, covered in blood and bruises, to tug at his trouser leg, shedding all the feline pampering and dignity it possesses just to see him.
His heart felt as if it had been struck by the scene before him, or as if it had been crushed into powder by something.
"Brother Ning...take me away..."
The cat's eyes were red, and blood soaked his beautiful fur. He longed for the person in front of him to kneel down and pet him, not to care about his wounds, but just to take him away.
“Shen Moyu…” he called out his name tremblingly, looking at his broken arm. “You broke the glass?” Su Jinning asked him with red eyes.
Shen Moyu didn't answer, his face as white as a sheet of paper. He was panting heavily, each breath causing blood to drain away, the pain making him unable to speak, and tears blurring his vision.
"Let's go...to the hospital..." He had imagined a thousand different scenarios for their meeting, but he never dreamed it would turn out like this.
Why did you break the window and jump down to find me...?
I was the one who let go first, I was the one who pushed you away first, I'm not worthy of you doing this to me...
He stood on the street, holding Shen Moyu who was covered in blood, trying to flag down a taxi, but not a single one was willing to stop.
Su Jinning cried very hard, rubbing Shen Moyu's cold body over and over again, as if she would lose him completely at any moment.
There were many vehicles passing by on the roadside, but they were even more indifferent than the cold wind tonight.
For the first time, he experienced what it truly meant to be completely at a loss...
"Brother Ning..." Shen Moyu managed to squeeze out a moment of silence amidst the pain, but still managed to call out his name.
"I'm here... wait for me, I'll carry you to the hospital..." Su Jinning scooped up Shen Moyu, who was as light as a feather, his body covered in blood.
Shen Moyu has lost too much for him, and even risked her own arm today.
But what did his love bring Shen Moyu? Endless waiting, repeated disappointments, a body full of wounds, and glaring blood.
He couldn't imagine how Shen Moyu shattered the glass with each punch, nor could he imagine how much courage it took for him to jump from the second floor and endure the pain of his broken bones to walk step by step to see him.
He has devastated the person he loves; his sins are unforgivable.
Shen Moyu was breathing with difficulty. The pain in his arm was almost making him lose consciousness. Gradually, he could no longer feel the cold or the wind blowing in his ears.
Is he going to faint?
But he had just met Su Jinning.
He was in so much pain that his eyelids were trembling and he was about to faint, but he didn't want to close his eyes. He had just seen Su Jinning and he wanted to look at him more and remember what he looked like.
He was terrified that when he opened his eyes again, he would be in a hospital, surrounded by people, but none of them would be him.
In the vast city of Shanghai, he could no longer find his Ning-ge.
He truly believed that all he wanted was to see him, give him the scarf in person, and put an end to everything today.
He thought he was confident... but when he saw that face, when he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.
He still wanted to go with him.
Perhaps no matter how much time passes before he sees him again, he will still have this impulse.
Because love is etched into one's bones, and that unwavering devotion cannot be buried by time.
Su Jinning finally managed to hail a taxi and quickly got inside.
Shen Moyu felt that the pain was not just from a simple fracture, but like a surge of electric current coursing through his arm, connecting all his nerves. He was in so much pain that he kept trying to burrow into Su Jinning's arms, subconsciously seeking out this most familiar haven.
"Su Jinning..." Shen Moyu's voice was fragile, like a withered flower that could shatter at any moment: "I knitted you a scarf..."
He was afraid that if he waited any longer, he wouldn't have another chance to deliver it.
Su Jinning's breathing was erratic, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the scarf he had clutched the entire way. It was soaked in his blood, swaying wildly in the cold evening wind, and felt sticky to the touch.
It felt like my heart had been stabbed through with a dagger; before I could even feel the pain, it was already shattered into pieces.
His love was no longer love; it was a burden.
"Don't cry..." Shen Moyu smiled weakly, a hint of happiness appearing on his pale face. The neon lights outside the window once again filled his eyes: "This should be the last time we see each other... We should be happier..."
Su Jinning sobbed uncontrollably, his heart aching beyond words. He buried his face in his neck, their chests pressed together, feeling each other's heartbeats.
"I didn't expect to fall like this..." Shen Moyu kissed the corner of his lips, but his mouth was full of the taste of blood: "I'm sorry... I messed it up..."
I'm willing to risk everything to see you. I'm not crazy, but my love has always been crazy.
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"He has a fracture and minor injury to his right arm. He also has some minor abrasions on the back of his head, but thankfully it's nothing serious..."