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That winter was also a weather like this, with cold biting winds mixed with snowflakes. My grandmother sat by the fire, roasting sweet potatoes. Her kind smile lit up her face, and when she saw me arrive home, she called me over with a smile. She took a freshly roasted sweet potato from the nearby basket and handed it to me, saying, "Here, try it, it's so sweet. On a day like this, you should eat something warm like this."
But since my grandmother passed away, I probably haven't eaten any. Either I've been too busy with work, or I've just missed the chance to buy roasted sweet potatoes.
Perhaps Chi Mingyu had been standing in front of the stall for too long, which annoyed the vendor. The vendor impatiently said, "Brother, if you're not buying, then move along. Don't delay my business."
Perhaps the vendor's loud voice brought Chi Mingyu back to reality, and he asked for one. With eyes already turning red, he said with a touch of sorrow to his late grandmother, "I miss you so much, grandmother."
Chi Mingyu, who was feeling unsettled, had just turned the corner and hadn't had a chance to see the road ahead when a powerful figure enveloped him in a tight embrace. A deep voice sounded in his ear: "Help me."
At 1.75 meters tall, Chi Mingyu was not short, but he was easily manipulated by this person. His heart was pounding fiercely at this unexpected turn of events, and his legs were trembling.
The man looked at the person in his arms without resistance and spoke again: "Take me to your house." This time, his tone carried a hint of threat.
Chi Mingyu, who was already a little flustered, felt a bit helpless. Just as he was about to blurt out a refusal, he gently pushed with his hand and felt a sticky liquid.
The man was standing there, feeling a bit weak, but his hand holding the knife was pressed tightly against Chi Mingyu's waist. Even though Chi Mingyu was already very timid, at this moment, he had to pretend to be calm. He nervously helped the man walk to his residence.
When he was close to his residence, the man looked around vigilantly, but found nothing amiss. He released the person in his arms, but kept the knife in his hand. His eyes revealed an unknown emotion, and his fierce gaze gradually softened.
Chi Mingyu arrived at the door, took out the key, and opened it. Before Chi Mingyu could enter, the man rushed in first. Whether it was the man's misconception or not, he hadn't felt Chi Mingyu's anger all the way, but at this moment, he seemed to sense Chi Mingyu's fury.
The man couldn't help but relax his body a little, then tensed up again. Fortunately, after Chi Mingyu entered, he didn't say anything. Chi Mingyu put his backpack aside, glanced at the sweet potato in his hand, and sighed to himself. The man looked at Chi Mingyu's actions and asked in confusion, "Aren't you going to eat?"
Chi Mingyu shook his head and said with a somewhat dim expression, "It's all cold."
The man sat on the sofa, tapped the knife in his hand on the table, and said, "Do you have any painkillers at home? If not, help me make some hot water."
Chi Mingyu looked at the man, and his emotions gradually stabilized, no longer as panicked as before. However, the fear of being threatened still lingered in his mind. Trembling, he turned to find the medicine box, thinking whether he should report to the police. After all, who would threaten others with a knife while carrying injuries?
But when the man grabbed him, there were calluses on his hand, indicating long-term use of this tool. His knife skills should be good. If he reported to the police, could he still save his own life?
Chi Mingyu couldn't help feeling a little sad. In this world, he no longer had any relatives. If he died, would anyone come to claim his body?
When Chi Mingyu found the first aid kit, the man had already passed out. He looked at the man's face, with its clean and sharp contours, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and not a trace of excess flesh on his body. He couldn't help but forget that this was a perfect opportunity to call for help.
He unbuttoned the man's clothes and looked at the wounds on his body, which were far more shocking than he had imagined.
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