Harry Potter: Impossibly Cute

Tom opened his eyes and looked at the familiar man in front of him.

It was clearly him who was strangling him, but he was crying silently.

Tears fell in large drops, and those eyes were full of helplessness and sadness.

Tom stretched out his hand and tried to wipe away the tears of the person in front of him.

He didn't want to see his crying face when he died.

I hope he can live happily forever and be carefree like a child.

It was me who caused all the consequences. I am the culprit of this matter. If it was me who made him sad.

If his death could make him happy again, he would even feel that embracing death would not be a scary thing.

But just when Tom's hand touched Ling Bai's cheek, Ling Bai suddenly let go of his hand.

Tom felt the fresh air and his body reacted instinctively, gasping for breath.

"Why? You are the murderer of my parents. I should kill you, but I can't do it. Tom, aren't you an omnipotent black magician? Tell me, what should I do?"

"I'm sorry, Ling Bai"

“I don’t want to hear sorry”

Ling Bai roared, his voice was full of anger, but hidden beneath the anger was fear and sadness.

Ling Bai is now like a bewildered and confused child who can't find his way home and doesn't know how to seek help from others.

He didn't know how to face Tom, the murderer who killed his parents and separated him and his brother for so many years.

He also didn't know how to face Harry or explain to him that it was the murderer who killed their parents who raised him for so many years.

The boy felt helpless and sad, he felt like he was abandoned by the whole world.

Tom's heart seemed to be cut open bit by bit with a knife, and regret filled his entire heart.

Tom hugged the crying man.

"Let's take a nap first. Ling Bai must be exhausted after sitting in the car for so long. When he wakes up, he will see sunny weather the next day."

Ling Bai didn't say anything, nor did he push Tom away.

He's like a soulless puppet.

"The roses we planted together in the backyard seem to be blooming. I will take you to see them tomorrow."

Ling Bai closed his eyes, hiding the pain in them.

It seemed that this way he could get away with everything.

The person in his arms' breathing gradually calmed down.

Tom tucked him in and looked at the sleeping man with an almost obsessive look.

I want to look at him a few more times and remember him deeply in my heart.

Tom leaned forward and kissed the pale lips.

Licking little by little, just like a loyal believer craving for God's mercy, humble, flattering, completely abandoning his own dignity, just to get a glance from God.

Tom knew that if there was a war between him and Ling Bai, he would have been the loser long ago.

But he did it willingly.

In the early morning, Ling Bai was awakened by the sun and he sat up in a daze.

I looked around and found that this was Tom's room.

Recalling what happened last night in his mind, his eyes couldn't help but become red again.

He bit his lips hard and found that they hurt a little.

But he didn't care about that now.

He got out of bed barefoot.

He had no shoes on when he came from his room to Tom's last night.

When you reach the stairs, you can just see figures busy at the restaurant table.

The man was wearing a grey home suit but a pink teddy bear apron.

Noticing someone looking at him, Tom turned around and their eyes met.

Tom smiled.

"Wake up, come and have breakfast"

Ling Bai didn't say anything, but just walked downstairs little by little. Only then did Tom realize that he was not wearing shoes.

He frowned, strode over, put one arm around the other's waist, and put the other hand under his knees to pick him up.

“Why aren’t you wearing shoes?”

Ling Bai still remained silent, but his eyes, which usually shone like stars, were now dim.

"I made your favorite preserved egg and lean meat porridge."

Tom sat next to Ling Bai.

Ling Bai glanced down.

At this moment, Ling Bai was like a rusty clockwork doll, his every move was rusty, stiff and stuck.

"Ling Bai"

Ling Bai's eyes fell on the knife and fork placed next to him, and then he reached out his hand.

The moment his hand grabbed the handle of the knife, he swung it very quickly.

The stinging sensation made Tom cry out in pain. He reached out and touched his cheek and saw the redness on his fingertips.

"Ling Bai"

But his gaze now was not on his own face at all, but was looking nervously at the other person's hand.

Ling Bai was holding not the handle of the knife, but the blade. At this moment, the blade had already cut his palm, and blood was flowing down the silver blade onto the ground.

Drops of blood fell on the ground, splashing blood-red flowers.

"Ling Bai, let go!"

Tom immediately went to take the knife from Ling Bai's hand.

Ling Bai let go of the knife and Tom threw it directly to the ground. He then carried him to the sofa in the living room.

Then he quickly took out his wand and cast a healing spell on Ling Bai.

The wound that was bloody just now began to heal little by little.

"I know you can't accept me for the time being, but please don't hurt yourself, okay?"

There was a hint of pleading in Tom's eyes.

At this time he was really scared.

Ling Bai can hurt himself in any way he wants, even kill himself.

But Tom couldn't accept that he was hurting himself.

"Go away"

Ling Bai's voice was hoarse.

I cried for so long yesterday and had an argument with Tom. Plus, I only ate a little bit of food all day and didn’t drink a sip of water, so naturally my throat couldn’t take it.

"Okay, then you eat something and drink some water."

Tom is very obedient.

"If you don't want to see me, I can let Dobby take care of you, okay?"

Ling Bai said nothing and returned to his lifeless look again.

Tom had no choice but to turn around and leave.

Dobby appeared cautiously.

"My dear little master, please drink some water."

Ling Bai didn't say anything, he just slowly hugged his knees and buried his whole body in them without saying a word.

Dobby tried to persuade Ling Bai a few times but was completely helpless when he saw that Ling Bai remained silent.

The hands moved from morning to noon, and then to evening.

Ling Bai maintained the same posture, as if petrified.

Tom couldn't bear to watch it anymore and couldn't help but stand up.

The blood on the wound on his face had already coagulated, but he didn't treat it or even take care of it.

“Let’s eat something.”

Ling Bai still didn't respond, so Tom picked Ling Bai up directly.

Ling Bai did not react either, as if he had completely become a body with only flesh and blood but no soul.

Tom carried Ling Bai back to the bed and tied his hands and feet with soft ties.