Subordinate Doting - Chap 164
The sufferings in the previous life were far more than this.
He Zhuo even made a list for himself and accepted the items one by one.
He dragged his broken legs in a wheelchair, went without food or water for days, and when it rained he ran to the garden to dig mud and stuffed it into his mouth. The servants were so scared that they thought he was hysterical and called him a masochist and a psychopath behind his back.
In less than a month, his stomach was damaged by hunger and he became as thin as a skull.
He still didn’t let himself go and ate handfuls of poison as if it were food. After eating too much, he started to have hallucinations and saw Ji Tingyu turning into a kitten to accompany him.
Just by touching his ears, he was so happy and ecstatic like a fool, and fell off his wheelchair in excitement. Only then did he realize that he was the only one in the room from beginning to end, lying on the ground, holding the ball of fur in a daze.
”Xiaoyu, why don’t you come back…”
Ji Tingyu huddled in the corner like a zombie, witnessing the whole process.
My tears have dried up and my voice is hoarse from crying.
He was in so much pain that his whole body was numb, and it felt as if all the bones in his body were broken and cracked. It hurt so much that…even looking at He Zhuo made his heart twitch.
In less than two months, He Zhuo had tortured himself to the point where he was no longer human.
He dismissed all the servants in the house, packed up the scattered belongings, and like a believer sacrificing his life, he walked devoutly to the attic and poured gasoline on the small bed.
Ji Tingyu knew what he was going to do, this was the last step.
He Zhuo lay on the bed and set himself on fire.
The flames shot up into the sky and instantly wrapped the man into a bright yellow fireball. He dragged his crippled legs inside, screaming, rolling, curling up into a ball, and burning with crackling sounds.
Ji Tingyu cried loudly, slapped himself madly, and smelled the smell of burnt flesh again.
But this time he was no longer afraid, no longer scared.
He cried until he lost his voice, screaming “ah, ah” but unable to utter a single word. He was so devastated that his emotions turned into a pool of stagnant water that did not waver no matter how many stones were thrown into it.
He stood up calmly, threw himself into the fire, and hugged He Zhuo.
The next second, the two were swept away by the wind and sand.
The next time I opened my eyes, I was in the hospital.
He Zhuo was lying on the hospital bed, wrapped in gauze, with only his mottled eyes exposed. He had extensive burns all over his body and his life was in danger.
But even so, he didn’t get what he wanted.
”So you lied to me, right…” He looked at Mr. Zang in the void with the only eyes he could move, feeling completely hopeless.
”You don’t know how to resurrect, and I’m like a fool…looking forward to it every day…You lied to me…”
”I didn’t lie to you. He didn’t want to come back no matter what. He didn’t want to be reborn with you. He just wanted to be free,” said Mr. Zang.
He Zhuo was deceiving himself and didn’t believe it: “No, you lied to me… You don’t even know how to revive the dead… You are all lying to me… I will use my own method to revive him…”
Ji Tingyu lay on him without saying a word, but his tear-soaked face was once again covered with tears.
Bro, please give up…
The wind and sand blew up and they were taken to the last space.
His burial place is on the highest snow-capped mountain in Nivelle.
He Zhuo’s burns were not healed, and he had no intention of treating them. The hideous black scars covered his body like old tree bark. The sexy and charming alpha now looked like a dying old man.
He wrapped himself in a black robe, hired someone to take him up the mountain by helicopter, knelt at the place where the cat was buried, and planted a field of white peonies in front of his grave.
Ji Tingyu watched him plant quietly, and occasionally helped him dig the soil, but he was just pretending and could not dig it up.
He Zhuo took out something, which was a cat poked with wolf hair.
With a crooked mouth and raised eyebrows, he looks fierce and arrogant.
”I heard that if your body is incomplete when you are buried, you will be bullied in the underworld. So I used my own wolf hair to make a fake body for you. If someone bullies you, you can show them that you are complete, understand?”
Ji Tingyu cried and nodded: I understand…
He Zhuo dug a small hole and buried the wolf-haired kitten in it. He said with some regret, “I made a wish before. If I didn’t win you back until the last moment, I hoped to be buried with you. But now it seems that it can’t be realized.”
Why…can’t it be realized?
Ji Tingyu didn’t understand. He cried so hard that he couldn’t open his eyes and couldn’t speak.
He Zhuo didn’t know he was there and stood up.
The coach who was waiting on the side came over, put on his equipment, and took him to the side of the mountain, approaching the cliff step by step.
Ji Tingyu was about to be driven crazy. He followed behind him, pulling his rope and shaking his head desperately: Don’t go any further, brother…just give up…just give up…don’t torture yourself anymore…
He was blown up by the wind, swaying like a piece of paper. His five fingers were so tense that they were cramping, but he still couldn’t stop He Zhuo.
Another gust of mountain wind blew, and He Zhuo jumped off the snow mountain.
Ji Tingyu hugged him tightly, trying in vain to protect his head and heart. The moment their chests touched, he heard him piously plead:
- God, if you hear my wish, let me die and give me back my kitten.
Ji Tingyu’s heart was broken, and he wished he could die like this. He could no longer bear it, and he used all his strength to tear open his vocal cords and screamed in grief with blood foam in his mouth: “I will give it back to you… I will give it all back to you… Whether I live or die, I will be with you… We will never be separated again…”
The moment he shouted this sentence, the stone in He Zhuo’s palm stirred up countless dazzling red lights, tearing the empty space into pieces like a sharp sword, and the snow-capped mountain collapsed with a rumble.
Ji Tingyu only felt his body being sucked back by a huge force. When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the steering wheel.
There is no He Zhuo, no Mr. Zang, no wind and sand, and no endless dreams.
