Chapter 445 - Caring for His Wounds (1/2)

Meanwhile, Leng Jin Yu had returned to his house or rather he had returned to the threshold of his house. He stared at the door, one hand lifted as if to open it but in the end, he didn't go through with it.

He glanced at his white robes that had been ripped and sullied with blood and then thought of Jinde who was still inside. He somehow felt that he couldn't let him see this.

”Ah, this is crazy …” Leng Jin Yu closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Even if he didn't want Jinde to see this, it wasn't like he could stand in front of his house forever. He would still have to go inside. Maybe he was lucky and Jinde wasn't there right now.

Thus Leng Jin Yu opened the door as quietly as possible and sneaked into his own house. Unfortunately, all his carefulness was for naught.

Jinde had been sitting in the study, a brush in hand, the ink dutifully ground by Xin Lan before he went to Leng Jin Yu's rescue, and an empty scroll of paper in front of him. He hadn't been painting though, his mind flickering between the memories he had made back with Chun Yin and the appearance of Leng Jin Yu.

He somehow didn't know what to paint. The former face of his lover? The new one? In the end, he just sat there reminiscing about the past one moment and imagining his future the next. He was only woken from his daze when the smell of blood assailed his nose.

Jinde sniffed and his golden brows wrinkled. It had been a long time since he smelled blood and he didn't really want to have to do anything with it ever again. Now, this smell had somehow invaded his house.

Jinde looked at the door and waited for the offender in front of it to knock only to witness how it was opened by a slightly pale hand. Jinde's pupil's contracted. This was … Leng Jin Yu?!

He leaped to his feet and threw the brush away without caring if it was still stained with ink or not. He hastened to Leng Jin Yu's side and grabbed his arm, stunning him into remaining on the doorstep.

”What happened? Why …” Jinde's gaze lingered on the ripped fabric and the blood seeping into it. His heart squeezed tightly. Ah, this shouldn't be happening! ”How come you're injured? Didn't you just go outside for a few minutes?”

Leng Jin Yu gulped. Jinde looked distraught. Seeing him like this … It hurt more than the injury to his shoulder. ”It's alright. It's … it's not my blood.”

”Not your blood?” Jinde repeated in a daze.

Leng Jin Yu hurriedly nodded. ”Yes. I'll go change.” He wanted to go but Jinde grabbed onto his sleeve. His hold wasn't strong. Wresting out of his grip and walking away would have been easy but Leng Jin Yu couldn't bring himself to do it. ”It's alright. It's really —”

”Really! Don't try to hoodwink me!” Jinde's chest heaved. This bastard! He actually dared to lie to him on the day they met! His grab on Leng Jin Yu's sleeve tightened and he pulled him deeper into the house. ”Let me have a look at that.”