A few steps away, bursting wounds sprinkled a drop of red on the carpet.

Although he can easily call up the course of helping people bandage wounds in his memory, when he really puts it into practice, An Yang feels as if his hands have become someone else's, and he doesn't know the severity of his movements at all.

Between a few frowns, Psius sat quietly, as if he would not make a sound anyway.

"If it hurts, you don't have to endure it."

Psius answered softly, his lowered gaze falling on her anxious face, and his heart swelled with sweetness for the first time in a long time.

If a seemingly nonexistent smile spread out on his lips, he suddenly had the urge to immediately take An Yang for himself. His patience began to crumble.

"Thank you," a light breath passed through An Yang's ears, and he deliberately pressed his body to the side, wanting to stick to An Yang's body, but Elijah's voice suddenly came from the bedroom.

"Don't save me, please"

Seeing An Yang enter the bedroom regardless of it, Psius's just bright face immediately became difficult to look at.

"Elijah" Anyang entered the room only to find that Elijah had not woken up.

The light outside the house shone faintly and hit Elijah's pale face. Cold sweat dripped down the ends of his hair, and a crying begging for mercy made him writhe on the bed like a fish struggling with death.

"Don't, don't"

The sudden outburst of sound stung An Yang's eardrums. When she came to the bedside to try to soothe Elijah, something somehow came into her mind, causing her breathing to become rapid.

The unbearable feeling of suffocation forced her to open her mouth, and the light and shadow in front of her began to fade and dim.

She trembled and reached out, trying to grab anything to calm the fear in her heart. But the bed, the cupboard, and Elijah, which were so close at hand, all seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Her voice let out a hoarse sob, as if some painful memory had come into her mind, making her struggle desperately.

Elijah heard her plea for help in a trance and wanted to open his eyes, but a dark force hit him and caused him to fall into a deep sleep.

"Su Yan, are you okay," Psius's footsteps stopped as he approached An Yang, and his dark and deep gaze fell on her flustered cheeks, "Do you need me to help you?"

The hot palm touched her cheek, and An Yang immediately grabbed it tightly with both hands as if he had found sustenance.

"Haoxuan, is it Haoxuan" The beautiful eyes choked tears, and pleaded to find Min Haoxuan's figure, but only the terrifying darkness remained.

Psius's eyes changed, and even when he heard Min Haoxuan's name from her mouth, he still had a wave in his heart.

"What do you remember?"

An Yang shook her head blankly, but the despair that came from the depths of her soul seemed to remind her of her tragic past. She forgot something, so sad, so painful

Tears blurred her eyes, and she habitually clinged to Psius's arms, trying to draw warmth and peace from him. It's like she's done this before

"It's you, right, only you will come at this time."

Psius's slightly narrowed eyes were dyed with a smile at this moment, and he bent down slightly, his fingers gently rubbed An Yang's jaw, "It's me, Su Yan."

Staring at An Yang's tears, the darkness that spread out around him became more and more intense. Satisfied to see An Yang's tears burst down the embankment, his Adam's apple swayed up and down, and kissed him fiercely.