Brutality
Ai Zhiyi, who witnessed the scene, almost fainted from shock. Seeing Chu Weixu fall to the ground, he immediately crawled over to Chu Weixu, and tears immediately gushed out in downpours from his eyelids. Weeping bitterly, as if he was swimming in a pool of his own tears; making him feel as if he had been skinned because of it.
"Weixu, Weixu, are you okay?!" Ai Zhiyi asked frantically. He had mixed feelings; panic, sadness, fear, became one on his pale face. "Let's go home."
"Weixu answer me!" Ai Zhiyi was crying hysterically, so he couldn't say much other than to make sure that Chu Weixu was okay and could respond. He then hugged Chu Weixu so tight in his arms who looked dazed.
At that instant, Chu Weixu was between conscious and unconscious state. He touched his bleeding nose and looked at the blood that soon filled his palms. He felt a pain in his nose then spread all over his head, but he didn't know what to do and let himself suffer the pain.