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I couldn't find the secret of Lu Zhenhuan, nor could I locate that key. Until that day, when I had a dream.
In the dream, Lu Zhenhuan was pinned to the ground, his face and body covered in wounds. Those people spat on him and whipped him. They said, "Lu Zhenhuan, you should die!"
I woke up from the nightmare. Could Lu Zhenhuan be related to the gang?
The thought of gangs sent a shiver down my spine, and I dared not think further. I opened my eyes to a scene drenched in red. The blood on the ground had long dried, and there were large bloodstains on the bed, with bloody bandages scattered everywhere.
Lu Zhenhuan lay beside me, his face and body covered in blood that had already dried. His breathing was weak, and his complexion was pale, like someone on the brink of death. For the first time, I felt how fragile Lu Zhenhuan was. A sense of pity unexpectedly welled up within me.
Compelled by an unknown force, I reached out to check his breath. A faint breath brushed against my fingers, causing a slight tickle. Lu Zhenhuan was still alive.
I examined his injuries; the bleeding had stopped, but the bandaging was too haphazard. Coupled with a high fever, I worried about infection in the wounds. I hurriedly went to find a first aid kit and used medical alcohol to disinfect him. Gently peeling back his wound, I found that the blood had scabbed over and had stuck to the bandage.
In a coma, Lu Zhenhuan gritted his teeth, letting out a muffled groan from his throat as he endured the pain. It hurt a lot, yet he didn't make a sound. As I watched him, I suddenly felt a pang of sympathy. I carefully peeled back the gauze, afraid of hurting him. After tending to his wounds, I began to tidy up the room. It wasn't until I had almost finished that I realized I could have called the police or an ambulance. Yet my first instinct was to take care of Lu Zhenhuan.
When I returned to the room, Lu Zhenhuan was already awake. He was half-sitting on the bed, his face pale and looking very weak. Seeing me, he waved his hand and said, "Come here." I ignored him. He tugged at the corner of his mouth and gave a bitter smile, "I can't order you around now." He lowered his head, his eyes downcast, appearing helpless and pitiful.
I lifted my chin and said, "Hmph, Lu Zhenhuan, now you know what pain feels like, right?" "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?" I felt like a victor.
Lu Zhenhuan looked up at me with a smile in his eyes and said, "I want to eat you."
"Lu Zhenhuan!" I was so angry my teeth itched; this person was truly shameless! He looked at me with a grin and asked, "What's wrong?"
I poured a glass of water and handed it to him. "Do you want some water?"
He looked at me seriously and said, "I want to drink you."
I became even angrier and replied, "Lu Zhenhuan, you are truly shameless!"
He smiled lightly and said, "We will grow old."
"By then, we will both be toothless old folks."
Lu Zhenhuan's injury had healed a bit, and he was able to get out of bed.
He started to keep me under his watch, not allowing me to leave his sight.
At first, I resisted, but gradually I gained the upper hand in our exchanges.
As his wound improved, he asked me to change his bandages.
I hesitated and refused, so he resorted to threats and temptations.
In the end, I still succumbed to his coercion.
While changing his bandages, I became a bit curious and asked, "How did you get those scratches on your body?"
He casually replied, "I was scratched by a wolf."
He took my hand and placed it on his scar, saying, "Feel it."
I pulled my hand back and stammered, "I..."
"Back then, I was in the mountains. At night, I could hear wolves howling; they would come down looking for food.
"There was one wolf, very large; it dared to rush into the house.
"I fought with it; it bit me, and I bit it back until I finally killed it."
His tone was calm as if he were recounting someone else's story.
"Is there more?"
"Yes."
He lifted his eyelids and glanced at me, "Do you want to hear?"
I nodded slightly.
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