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Su Wanwan backed away unconsciously, and asked tremblingly, "That is to say...you have counted from that time to today, and I will be brought here by you?"

"Then what if something unexpected happened..." She said, she suddenly smiled, "That's right, even if there is an accident, you can still tie me here like this, right?"

However, what responded to her was a burst of sneer, "Su Wanwan, do you really think that anyone will really help you at a time like this?!"

"..." That's all for her, so why add sarcasm?
Although Su Wanwan has successfully caught every trap he set, don't think that she is just so easy to bully!
"Rong Baifei, let me tell you, I never thought of asking others to help me."

"I've been here for so many years, isn't it just being bullied by the Internet? Isn't it just being rumored? Do you really think that I have lived for more than [-] years in vain?!"

"Back when my old lady was being chased and splashed with red ink all over her body every day, you didn't know where to worry about how to skip evening class!"

"Only those of you who are accustomed to relying on family power and interpersonal networks will think of asking for help whenever you encounter problems!"

Rong Baifei was sitting on the sofa, rubbing his temples impatiently, and after finally waiting for her to finish scolding, he slowly raised his head and looked at her seriously, "Have you finished scolding?"

"..."

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

He really has no temper at all when dealing with such a soft-hearted person as him.

Su Wanwan looked away from him, and picked up the last bag of potato chips on the table.

"I want to go home."

The voice was neither humble nor overbearing, but it was useless.

"There are only two bottles of water, two packets of pasta, two eggs, and two hams in the refrigerator."

The mouth chewing potato chips stopped suddenly, "You just prepared these ingredients...wait a minute..."

It seems to have discovered something.

Regardless of the astonished and puzzled expression on Rong Baifei's face, she walked around the room silently, opening a few cabinets or drawers from time to time to take a look.

It turns out that just like what Rong Baifei said just now, the bag of potato chips in her hand is really the last snack in this room.

He said just now that these things were delivered by his assistant yesterday afternoon, that is...

He will only let her stay here for a day? !
Su Wanwan put away the little joy in her heart, and asked casually, "You have prepared such a small snack, so what if I get hungry at night?"

Seeing her sly eyes flashing, Rong Baifei stood up with a smile, walked slowly to the refrigerator, and closed the refrigerator door with his elbow after taking the things.

"I know what you're thinking."

"..."

Su Wanwan cleared her throat and avoided his scrutinizing eyes with a little guilt.

"I didn't think about anything." After thinking about it, I pretended not to think about it.

"Don't worry, someone will deliver new ingredients tomorrow morning."

"..." Sorry, she was thinking too much.

When Rong Baifei went to cook the noodles, Su Wanwan collapsed directly on the sofa, raised her arm and looked at her bandage-covered hand, and then looked at the other wrist that was still covered in blood.

Suddenly, I really wanted to use a fruit knife to cut the scar.

The moment this idea burst out, even she was frightened.

Why do I have thoughts of self-harm?

It was also on the way home when Jiang Yubai took him that day. He really wanted to feel the pain, so he tore off the bandage. The moment the paper towel rubbed against the wound, the trembling pain pierced through his heart...

Only in that way will she feel that she is alive, and she will be alive soberly.

"Rong Baifei?"

She squinted her eyes at the clock in the living room, "Do you have a fruit knife at home?"

"No." After a while, he added, "There are no sharp objects."

His voice sounded so far away, as if it was still steaming.

Su Wanwan smiled, "Why? Are they afraid that you will harm yourself?"

The sound of gurgling and cooking noodles stopped abruptly.

When Rong Baifei walked to the dining table with the copper pot, he glanced sideways and found that she was staring at the injured wrist carefully.

"Come and eat noodles."

She didn't move, still in a daze.

"If you don't come again, I'll throw your cold face into the microwave to warm it up and see when you will smile."

Su Wanwan rolled her eyes, and ran towards him excitedly, "Hey, tell me, have you ever harmed yourself?"

Rong Baifei helped her fill a bowl of noodles, and then scooped two poached eggs into it.

Under her earnest gaze, she nodded, "Yeah."

"What happened then? I heard that self-harm is addictive, right?"

He suddenly smiled, put down the half-filled bowl of noodles in his hand, "Want to see it?"

Su Wanwan suddenly pouted her nose, pondered for a moment, "Can I see it?"

Rong Baifei raised his hand and took off the denim jacket on his body. The black short-sleeved shirt inside highlighted his graceful figure.

"Tsk...you still have abdominal muscles, God is unfair."

He waved at her, "Look closer."

Su Wanwan obediently leaned over...

If you couldn't see anything clearly at a distance of about two meters just now, then now...

It was full of light pink scars one after another, some were very short, and some were very long, about seven or eight centimeters.

Su Wanwan subconsciously raised her eyes to look at the other arm...

Then he froze in place for an instant.

A pale scar running almost from the shoulder to the wrist bone.

"You..." She was so scared that she couldn't speak at all.

Rong Baifei smiled and put on the denim jacket again.

"It's been a long time ago, it's nothing."

When Su Wanwan was filming before, she would draw many scars on her body because of the needs of the plot...

But such a scar extending the entire arm was really shocking to her.

After silently retreating to the seat, looking at the instant noodle bowl on the table, his thoughts seemed to fall into an abyss.

"do you know?"

She murmured as if she was just talking to herself.

"I can even imagine now what it was like when you scratched your arm with a knife."

Rong Baifei took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm and steady.

"I understand how you feel right now."

Su Wanwan suddenly raised her head, "What?"

"But I advise you not to try it. Maybe it was just when the knife was cut across the back of your hand at first, and you suddenly felt that all the pain in your heart was released through this wound."

His voice sounded calm and powerful. Su Wanwan touched her bandaged palm subconsciously, and subconsciously replayed the scene of tearing off the bandage in the car again in her mind.

She didn't feel any pain, but that kind of pleasure kept stirring in her heart.

"But slowly, you find that a small wound is meaningless, and you start to use the knife to make longer, deeper, and messier cuts..."

Su Wanwan sneered suddenly, "That's why there was a wound on your arm, right?"

Rong Baifei nodded at her, "Remember, never think about hurting yourself."

His words were sincere, but what he received was Su Wanwan's indifferent ridicule.

"So I can't condone others to hurt me."