C5 Self-mutilation

Qiao Xuan didn't even know how to describe the scene in front of her. She saw Sheng Liang standing barefoot on the bathroom floor, water flowing non-stop.

His shirt was mostly wet, and his hands were on the sink, shaking violently as if he couldn't control them.

What shocked Qiao Xuan the most was Sheng Liang's current expression. Although she could only see his profile, the hair that hung down from both sides covered his face.

However, Qiao Xuan could still see the fear and helplessness in his eyes when he looked in the mirror. It was as if he was a person on the verge of death making his final struggle.

Sheng Liang's cold and handsome face was originally pale white, but now it was even whiter than paper.

Despair, shock, this was the only word Qiao Xuan could use to describe it.

She stood rooted to the spot, unsure of how to react. Her gaze fell onto the blood-stained fruit knife on the ground. That must have been the source of the sound she heard when the metal hit the ground.

The commander bit on the bottom of Sheng Liang's pants lightly and let go of him occasionally, as if trying to console him. After seeing Qiao Xuan enter, the commander ran over and squatted in front of Qiao Xuan, but turned his head towards him. He sobbed, as if asking for his help from Qiao Xuan.

Qiao Xuan recovered from her shock, looked around, and quickly pulled a clean towel from her side before walking over and pressing it onto Sheng Liang's still bleeding wound. Then, she saw that his left arm was actually covered densely in wounds, new and old.

"Did you hurt yourself?" Such a wound was clearly self-mutilation, and just now, he was the only person in the room.

It was also just as Qiao Xuan had finished speaking, that Sheng Liang's eyes suddenly turned cold, and pushed Qiao Xuan away, pressing her down on the sink with all his might. With both hands on her neck, he coldly asked: "Who let you in, what did you see, what did you see …"

The latter sentence, he kept repeating, cold as a machine, without any emotion.

From the moment he entered the door, Qiao Xuan had already noticed his abnormality. Qiao Xuan's first reaction was that Sheng Liang was drug addicts.

But it seemed that his actions weren't like the symptoms of a drug addiction. She tried to break his cold hand, trying to calm him down: "I didn't see anything. Let me go first."

Sheng Liang was panting heavily, his chest was heaving up and down intensely, his hands were also shaking extremely hard. Suddenly, with a wave of his hand, he pushed Qiao Xuan down to the ground, "Get out!"

Qiao Xuan watched his tall and big back, but currently, he seemed so helpless and lonely. His black shirt was a bit messy, and against his pale white face, his entire person seemed like a skeleton.

She slowly stood up from the ground and walked to Sheng Liang's side. She held his hand that was always in the water and said in a soft voice: "I'll help you bandage it."

However, the moment her hand touched Sheng Liang's body, as if he reacted, he immediately pushed Qiao Xuan away. Qiao Xuan was already light-headed, and after being pushed so hard, his body accidentally fell backwards, and the back of his head smashed heavily into the wall.

Qiao Xuan only felt her mind turning blank, as if she didn't know anything. Her body also powerlessly slid down, and just as she was about to slide to the ground, a pair of ice-cold hands suddenly wrapped around her waist.

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw that Sheng Liang was kissing her!