After the medical kit was brought over, Xingxing had already regained consciousness.
Ye Ziyu tenderly wiped the tears from his cheeks, "Does it hurt?"
The wound on his wrist was still tied with a towel; the blood had not been completely stopped and had already soaked through the towel.
Xingxing's gaze shifted from Ye Ziyu to Di Mingjue, his lips twitching as he hoarsely asked, "You saved me?"
Saved?
Di Mingjue came to his side and heavily placed the medical kit down, "At such a young age, what is so insurmountable that you would hide in your room to take your own life?"
He was extremely angry at Xingxing's disregard for his own body; if his body could withstand his fists, he truly wished to teach him a lesson.
One's parents, by any reason, were not qualified to make him personally end his own life.
Feeling Di Mingjue's concern within his anger, Xingxing felt utterly ashamed.
The father he had always respected and believed had treated him like a chess piece, harboring no love or care for him. Conversely, Di Mingjue, whom he had always considered an enemy and never given a kind word, was actually concerned about his physical and mental well-being.
Xingxing guiltily averted his gaze, lowering his head in helplessness and indebtedness.
Misinterpreting Di Mingjue's actions as startling him, Ye Ziyu quickly pulled Di Mingjue back, "Xingxing, I'm going to bandage your wound now. It might hurt a little."
Feeling soft fingers touch his arm, Xingxing's heart was filled with complex emotions.
Taking out a cotton swab, Ye Ziyu looked at the depth of the scratches on his wrist, and tears couldn't help but stream down her face.
The scars clearly showed his determination to die, but at such a young age, what troubles could possibly drive him to the point of seeking death as a solution? Taking a deep breath, she composed herself to tend to Xingxing's wound.
One by one, the bloodied cotton swabs were placed aside, quickly accumulating into a small pile. Di Mingjue watched from the side, his brows furrowed.
After nearly half an hour of bandaging, Xingxing's wrist wound was finally wrapped up.
"Why would you hurt yourself?" Ye Ziyu looked up and asked.
Xingxing's lips were bitten purple; he didn't know how to start.
From beginning to end, the biggest victim was Di Mingjue, who was showing concern for him, having been targeted by him everywhere for no reason.
His fingers clawed at the bedsheet beneath him, Xingxing's peculiar behavior made Ye Ziyu even more convinced that he had encountered something.
"If you feel uncomfortable with him here, I can ask him to leave so you can tell me alone, okay?" Ye Ziyu asked softly.
Xingxing hesitated.
Ye Shaoting, due to the departure of his beloved, had mistaken his inner reluctance as anger and blamed it on Di Mingjue.
In reality, what did this matter have to do with him? And by what right should he suffer from schemes and betrayals behind his back?
Ye Ziyu looked at Di Mingjue, "You go wait outside for a moment."
"Okay, call me if anything happens." Di Mingjue patted Ye Ziyu's shoulder, cast an uneasy glance at Xingxing, and then turned to leave the room.
His departure clearly made Xingxing feel more at ease.
Ye Ziyu noticed his change, stood up, and moved to sit beside him, "I've been through a lot of things recently, big and small, that have been difficult for me to accept. Fortunately, I've persisted, otherwise, I wouldn't be sitting here talking to you."
After speaking, she forced a smile.
Xingxing obviously knew about the recent events she had experienced, and they were actually related to Ye Shaoting. Should he tell her? It made him very conflicted.
"Xingxing, you are still young. I don't want you to have the thought of giving up your life because of certain matters. If you have any unhappy things, you can tell us, and we can help you solve them." Ye Ziyu hugged Xingxing's shoulder, her palm stroking him firmly.
Should he reveal what he knew?
Xingxing fell into a state of indecision once more.