The person on the bed was as pale as paper, even in their sleep, furrowing their brows tightly, as if they had fallen into an unpleasant dream.

The sound of arguing gradually approached from a distance to my ears.

"Why didn't you go to college anymore? Why did you agree to marry that rapist? Sis, have you gone mad? Didn't we agree to leave here together? Are they tricking me or not?!"

"Did Dad steal your tuition money again to gamble? Damn it, this damn animal! I'm going to confront him!"

The view of Ji Qiuhan hanging in mid-air, from a perspective looking down.

A boy clenched his fists. He was quite thin, probably just over ten years old. His skin appeared sickly pale due to living in a dark and damp basement for a long time. At this moment, his anger rose from his neck to his face.

"It's not because of Dad! It's me..."

His gaze suddenly shifted, and he became that boy, standing in front of the girl.

The girl tied her hair into a ponytail, she was wearing an old school uniform that had faded from washing, and her eyelashes drooped similar to the boy's.

"There's no other way, Xiaohan..."

"I'm pregnant, you're going to be an uncle..."

A piercing and tragic scream suddenly tore through the sky. In the next second, the girl in front of me shattered like broken cement, with her head and limbs completely severed, collapsing in pieces.

Ssshhhhh...

In the darkness and silence, there was the sound of heavy metal rubbing against the concrete floor.

"...Uncle..."

"No——! Don't!!!"

......

There was a hasty knock on the study door, causing the young maid standing outside to blush in embarrassment.

"Master, Mr. Ji has woken up! But he..."

In the dimly lit room, there was a resounding crash! A glass cup fell from the air and rolled far on the carpet. The young man on the bed held his head in pain and exclaimed, "Let go of my sister...!... Don't...!"

The bedroom door was forcefully pushed open.

Qiu Han!

At the sound, the pair of frightened eyes peeked through the gap between the fingers in a state of panic.

"Jiang...Zhan..."

Jiang Zhan stepped forward and embraced the person in his arms, saying, "...It's alright, it's alright, I'm here, don't be afraid..."

Wei Wei quickly checked the needle on Ji Qiuhan's hand back. Fortunately, it was securely attached just now, and now it only caused some blood to flow back into the infusion tube.

Ji Qiuhuan lay in Jiang Zhan's embrace, gasping for breath like a fish out of water.

"It's okay, be good..."

Jiang Zhan murmured softly, his large hand gently stroking his back. With a sudden pause, he directly lifted up the person's shirt halfway up.

A row of seven or eight swollen red welts stretched across his back, especially now, drenched in cold sweat, each scar appeared even more deep red and scorching hot.

"Go get a set of pajamas and a towel."

The servant obediently lowered his gaze and acknowledged. Meanwhile, Wei Wei carefully assisted Jiang Zhan in removing Ji Qiuhuan's coat.

"Did someone really hit Brother Ji?"

He had already figured it out. This cop, Jiang Zhan, treasures this treasure like his own eyeballs. No one dares to touch it.

"Press down on his hand," Jiang Zhan remained silent.

"Okay."

When Wei Wei's arm touched the person's arm, the skin felt as if it had been burned by a hot iron. Suddenly, Ji Qiuhan forcefully broke free and shouted, "Don't come near me! - Don't touch me!"

Caught off guard by the violent struggle, Jiang Zhan was unexpectedly headbutted on the chin by the person in his arms.

"Ssss-!" A person gasped in pain, drawing a sharp breath.

"Not... I really didn't use much strength...!" The other person was scared to the point of being speechless.

It felt as if they had just fought a battle. Jiang Zhan didn't dare to exert much force, while Wei Wei didn't dare to provoke him again. Finally, they managed to restrain the person in their arms. Jiang Zhan held the person tightly, with one hand embracing them and the other gripping their wrist that was connected to an IV. Both of them were extremely cautious as they carefully removed their sleeves.

"Simply cut it open with a pair of scissors."

Ji Qiuhuan had many clothes directly bought for her by Jiang Zhan, naturally at a hefty price. Wei Wei's heart ached at the cost, but she didn't hesitate at all. After changing into their pajamas and applying medicine, both of them had sweaty foreheads, having been bustling around until late at night.

Wei Wei suppressed the feeling of being trapped and glanced discreetly. She whispered, "It seems like he's already asleep... Jiang Ge, it's already past two o'clock. It's difficult for either of us to sleep like this, constantly holding on. Why don't you let Ji Ge lie down, and I'll stay here to watch over him. Jiang Ge, you can change your clothes and come back later."

Jiang Zhan was still wearing the same shirt and dress pants as when he arrived. He turned his head to confirm the person in his arms. Wei Wei understood his intention and gently adjusted the pillow.

Jiang Zhan was about to create some distance, but Ji Qiuhuan's face wrinkled instantly, and he stirred in his sleep, making a humming sound.

Wei Wei "...". The corner of his eye twitched twice as he looked at Jiang Zhan, who had just been kicked to his knees in the study room. For the sake of just a few grunts, he inexplicably stopped moving.

Jiang Zhan hugged the person, freeing one hand to pinch his brow: "Forget it, I'll stay here, you go rest first."

Ah? How can this be allowed!" Wei Wei became anxious as soon as she heard it. "Jiang Ge, have you forgotten what my brother said? Your mental state is in even greater need of rest!"

The voice inevitably grew louder, and the sleeping youth stirred.

Jiang Zhan glanced up, and Wei Wei instinctively covered her nose.

Phew... It's a good thing the person didn't wake up.

Alright, I understand. You can go now.

Wei Wei wanted to say something more, but seeing that Jiang Zhan looked exhausted, she could only stomp on the carpet in frustration and leave.

In fact, it's not surprising that Wei Wei is anxious. He is well aware of his own situation, feeling nervous and on edge, as the medicine is stored in the bedside drawer on Ji Qiuhan's side.

Jiang Zhan lowered his head and glanced at the shirt that was being gripped at his waist. Finally, he only raised his hand to undo the two buttons at the collar, and then lay down with the person like that.