Trauma

I hugged Jing Tian as we left the ward. His body was stiff and his fingers were cold. "Jing Tian, it's alright now. Let's not think of those things anymore." I patted his back gently.

His barely discernible tremble pained my heart. Jing Tian pulled me and walked out without saying a word. His face was pale.

I immediately texted Su Shen. Jing Tian didn't look like he should be driving.

Jing Tian and I sat in the backseat. I held his hand and warmed his palm. Jing Tian looked out the window and said nothing.

My mind went through the events that had happened over the past few days. It felt like a large, invisible net had opened up over us. I had no idea it was meant for me or Jing Tian, but it was full of malice and blood.

After we reached home, Jing Tian trapped himself inside his study. After I had a quick word with Brother Gao Da, I went to Jing Tian's study carrying a glass of warm milk.