Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

"Brother Han?"

Wang Xingyi stood up and looked at him in disbelief.

"You're awake? Han Feng, you're awake! You're finally awake! Can you hear me? Do you know who I am? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want me to call a doctor? No, you have to call a doctor when you wake up!"

Before Han Feng could react, Wang Xingyi had already opened the door of the ward and rushed out.

After a while, the doctor came after hearing the news.

He looked at the doctor and nurse who suddenly walked into the room and wanted to get up in fear.

"Don't move." The doctor said, "I need to check."

"examine?"

Seeing this, Wang Xingyi quickly stepped forward, held his hand, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, it's just a check."

"Xingyi..." Han Feng shook his hand tightly back.

After a while, the doctor nodded with relief and said, "Everything is normal. The family should take good care of him and make sure he has a light diet. As for his..."

Wang Xingyi immediately said: "I will tell him."

After the doctor left, Wang Xingyi and Han Feng were the only ones left in the room.

After closing the door of the ward, Wang Xingyi was struggling internally.

"I'll tell him."

It sounds nice, but in the end my fingers are still shaking with fear.

"Xingyi."

Wang Xingyi turned around, Han Feng looked at him and cried.

"What's wrong?" Wang Xingyi walked closer quickly and took out two tissues to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Han Feng looked at him and said uncomfortably, "I'm sorry."

The hand that was wiping tears paused, Wang Xingyi looked over in surprise, and their eyes met.

"Why, why are you apologizing?"

Shouldn't he be the one to apologize?

"I'm sorry, Xingyi. If it weren't for me, your face wouldn't be like this."

face?

What happened to his face?

Wang Xingyi reached out and touched it. The stubble was hard and prickly. His cheeks and eyes seemed to be much fatter than usual.

"How long have you been crying?" Han Feng felt very distressed. "You're swollen like a balloon."

Wang Xingyi shook his head, held his hand, and said lightly: "It's not important."

"How can it not be important? Crying for too long hurts your eyes. Don't you understand how important your eyes are?"

How important are eyes?

Pain appeared between Wang Xingyi's brows. Han Feng was stunned and immediately asked, "Why are you..."

He propped himself up on the bed with his hands, but strangely, his legs didn't move at all, and he couldn't even feel his legs except for the pain.

"What's going on?" Han Feng was distracted and lifted the quilt.

Looking at his leg wrapped in bandages, Han Feng was stunned.

"What's going on? Xingyi!" Han Feng reached out and grabbed him, "What's going on? Why can't I move?"

"Brother Han."

Wang Xingyi stood up and pulled the quilt over his legs again.

He held Han Feng's hands and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Han, calm down and listen to me, okay?"

Han Feng's eyes were red as he stared at him.

"You, go ahead."

……

Tears fell silently, and Han Feng, who heard everything, was stunned.

"Brother Han."

Wang Xingyi leaned over and hugged him, not knowing what to say to comfort Han Feng.

"Xing, Xingyi."

Wenrou broke free from his embrace and Han Feng pulled the quilt over his shoulders.

"I'm a little tired, can you leave me alone for a while?"

"Okay, okay." Wang Xingyi stood up and retreated to the sofa.

He looked at Han Feng's thin back and felt heartbroken.

Perhaps his world collapsed from the moment the accident happened.

Ever since the day Han Feng learned the bad news, Wang Xingyi clearly felt the changes in him.

He no longer looked at her with admiration like before, no longer took the initiative to talk to her, no longer talked to her about her, no longer cared about whether she had eaten or rested...

He began to reject him, very obviously.

"Brother Han." Wang Xingyi scooped a spoonful of sweet potato rice, blew on it, and passed it to Han Feng's mouth, "Try it, the sweet potatoes this year are very sweet."

Han Feng didn't look at him, but stared at the sweet potato rice and said softly: "Put it down, I can do it myself."

"I want to feed you."

Hearing this, Han Feng's expression became painful. He paused and insisted: "I can."

Wang Xingyi looked at him sadly and slowly put down the spoon.

He gently pushed the lunch box in front of Han Feng and said softly, "Blow it before eating, don't burn it."

The rising heat made Han Feng's eyes red. Instantly, tears welled up in his eyes and his vision was blurred.

"Xingyi."

"Hmm?" Wang Xingyi immediately leaned over and asked attentively, "What's the matter?"

Han Feng slowly clenched his hands under the table and said with great difficulty: "Go home tonight."

Wang Xingyi was startled and stammered, "Back, where?"

"go home."

"how about you?"

"I am fine."

"What's wrong?"

"Also, don't come to see me again."

Wang Xingyi got a little angry: "What do you mean by not coming to see you?"

"What I mean is, we, we shouldn't meet each other again in the future."

Realizing that Han Feng hated him, Wang Xingyi's breathing stagnated in pain.

As tears fell, he suddenly stood up and rushed out.

Looking at the direction Wang Xingyi left, Han Feng said softly: "Xingyi, I'm sorry."

Even though everyone around him spoke politely, he understood that from now on, he would no longer be able to walk independently.

Lifelong disability, what a terrible word.

If they were both over fifty years old now, he could have hugged Xingyi back and cried bitterly when she hugged him to comfort him.

But, he is eighteen years old, and Xingyi is younger than him.

No matter how deep his feelings for him were, he shouldn't have bound him with invisible and intangible love.

He didn't want Xingyi to spend the long days of the future taking care of someone who couldn't move freely. He deserved a better and more perfect partner.

Fortunately.

he's gone.

He is free from all worries.

Swish!

The door of the ward opened.

Wang Xingyi walked in with shopping bags, his face tearing like an abandoned cat.

At that moment, Han Feng's heart seemed to be twisted fiercely by a strong hand.

"Xingyi." He thought he had left, "Why are you..."

"Back again, huh?"

After putting the shopping bag on the bedside table, Wang Xingyi sat down on the accompanying chair, feeling angry and aggrieved.

"I don't care if you hate me or not, I'm going to stay here."

"Hate it?" Han Feng didn't understand, "Why do you say that?"

Wang Xingyi wiped the tears from his face and said with his head down.

"You must hate me and my dad. If he hadn't taken me to the airport suddenly and snatched my phone, if I hadn't expected you to chase me and I hadn't fought with him for the phone to send you a message, you wouldn't have gotten into trouble. I'm sorry, Han Ge, I'm sorry. I don't care that you hate me, but please let me stay and take care of you."

"...Xingyi."

Han Feng looked at him in surprise.

"Why do you think so? It was my own decision to suddenly go to the airport to find you. No one forced me. I got into an accident because I was too anxious to see you. I can't blame others. Besides, because of my accident, the results of many things changed. It was my fault. I was too careless."