This is a story of self-recognition and self-redemption of a teenager.

Lin Xi's painting skills are very good, the details of the costume design are perfect enough, and the background is also outlined. Without words, it can still resonate emotionally.

It's just that these drawings are ...... The utility knife in the young man's hand, as well as the traces left on his wrist, Ji Yuanqi felt familiar no matter how he looked at it.

He looked down and found that the clothes on his body had been changed, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Just when Ji Yuanqi was engrossed in the design draft, it happened that Lin Xi walked into the room.

She was holding a bowl of steaming porridge in her hand, and when she saw Ji Yuanqi sitting barefoot on the carpet, she said with some surprise:

“… When did you wake up? Don't call me a word. ”

Ji Yuanqi looked at Lin Xi and paused, "Just now." ”

"Still dizzy?"

"Don't get dizzy." Ji Yuanqi shook his head.

Lin Xi also sat down on the carpet, leaned forward, and stretched out his hand to Ji Yuanqi's forehead very naturally, and said, "It's not so hot, it seems that the fever has subsided." ”

"You haven't eaten all day, go wash up first, and then drink some porridge." She put the porridge aside, "I'll help you dry it first." ”

“… Thank you, sister. ”

Ji Yuanqi was very obedient, got up and went to the bathroom to wash.

When I got back to my room, I picked up the porridge and stuffed it into my mouth one by one. But it looks a little absent-minded.

The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that only the sound of spoons colliding with bowls and Ji Yuanqi swallowing from time to time could be heard.

Lin Xi also sat opposite Ji Yuanqi, watching him finish the porridge little by little, and then raised his hand to gently wipe off a little trace from the corner of his mouth with a tissue.

“… Yuan Yuan. ”

She was silent for a long time, and then suddenly said, "I saw it when I changed your clothes." ”

“… Well? Ji Yuanqi had just put the bowl aside, and when he heard Lin Xi suddenly say this, he moved.

Lin Xi didn't speak, just stared at Ji Yuanqi, and his eyes slowly turned red.

Seeing Ji Yuanqi's expression a little stunned, she knelt on the ground and leaned forward, raising her hand to hug his shoulder.

With his forehead resting on his shoulder, he sighed softly, and said in a voice with a hint of suffocation: "... Why hurt yourself. ”

It is false to say that Lin Xi is not surprised or distressed, the scars left by the self are shocking, and she feels cold in her heart when she looks at it.

His right hand touched the sleeve of Ji Yuanqi's left hand, lifted it a little, stroked the scars of different shades on his wrist, and said even more: "... It hurts, right? ”

"When I look at it, it hurts already."

“…… Sister. ”

Ji Yuanqi came back to his senses, grabbed Lin Xi's shoulder, and distanced her from himself.

Only then did she find that her eyes were red, and her tears were falling down and disappearing on the carpet.

He could see that she really felt sad, so sad that she couldn't stop her tears, and she held back her emotions.

Ji Yuanqi's heart froze, and he suddenly felt that the deepest and softest place in his heart was touched.

"Sister, don't cry," slender fingers touched Lin Xi's face, wiped away her tears, and said softly, "You cry so distressed to me." ”

"Those... It's all done before, and I don't have that anymore. ”

"You're lying," Lin Xi obviously didn't believe it, and raised his head to look at him, "I saw the utility knife in the drawer, and there was blood on it. ”

“… After living here, it was just that time. ”

"You tell me, why did you harm yourself," Lin Xi asked with a deep breath and red eyes, "It's because your mother died...... Or is it because of a conflict with your father? ”

“… Neither," Ji Yuanqi's eyes lowered, and he slowly spoke after a while, "I just want to feel the pain my mother has experienced before." ”

“…… Well? ”

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