Tan Jiao's Perspective

  The sky outside was pitch black, and the cold air from the snowy ground seeped in through the small window. The narrow attic had no lights, and the dusty smell quickly filled my nostrils.

  The surroundings were cluttered with miscellaneous objects. Wu Yu lay motionless on the cold floor, his hands hanging limply at his sides, like an inanimate object. Because of him, the air was filled with a rusty, bloody smell.

  I peered through the small hole and looked down at the floor below for a while. When I turned back, I found that his eyes were closed.

  "A Yu?" I called out softly, but he didn't respond.

  I was taken aback for a moment.

  For a long time after that, I couldn't describe the feeling in my heart at that moment. It felt like the whole world around me had become empty and desolate. Suddenly, I didn't feel anything anymore. My body was here, but my soul seemed to be gone. It still existed in the daily interactions with Ou Yu from before. I saw my hand slowly reaching out, stretching under his nose. Everything was icy cold - my fingertips, the tip of his nose, and the air around us.

  It wasn't until about ten seconds later that I felt that faint breath on my nose.

  I slowly put down my hand. It's very quiet around me.

  I saw my own tears falling onto the floor one drop at a time. My vision suddenly became blurry like a lump of paste.

  I was really scared and almost thought I had lost it for good.

  "Ah..." A very soft and vague mutter. I wiped away my tears, looked up at him. His face was still so pale, covered in blood, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.

  He called me like this again, only when I was unconscious and lost consciousness. But now, I have no way at all.

  "Ah... Ah..." He muttered again, seeming a bit urgent. I leaned down and grasped his hand: "I'm here."

  "Ah..." he whispered, "I love you."

  I stared blankly at his face, that handsome face which had been tempered by the trials of fate, and then my vision became blurry again. He said he loved me.

  He has been holding it in all along.

  Wu Yu, you're so clever and hardworking. You've spent half your life like this.

  But you're just a big fool.

  Because you can't help but love me.

  Like me.

  Suddenly, a loud noise came from downstairs, and the man seemed to be furious. I approached the small hole and saw that his accomplices had returned with a pile of cash and gold bars thrown on the sofa. I estimated that it was worth tens of millions. But they had planned for a long time and made a big fuss to rob this place, and this amount might not even satisfy them.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  "Sure enough, that person sat on the sofa, still covering his face, but with a sinister smile in his eyes: 'Old lady, Professor Chen, this is just a small matter. It's not easy for my brothers to do this job, and the expenses aren't even covered!'"

  Someone took the towels out of Old Lady Chen's and Professor Chen's mouths. The old lady's face was ashen, but she didn't say a word. Professor Chen, however, had a look of fear and helplessness: "I... I'm just a teacher, we really only have this much money..." He hadn't finished speaking when the man gave his accomplice a signal, and someone lifted Professor Chen up, punching and kicking him. The weak Professor Chen couldn't withstand it, and instantly his skin was broken and bleeding. The old lady shouted: "Don't hit my son! We really only have this much money!" Chen Ruying was still kneeling on the ground, wanting to rush over, but Feng Yan tightly protected her, afraid that her daughter would also suffer. Tang Lanyi's face was deathly pale, and she shrank back in fear. Chen Baozhu and Zheng Zhiwei's faces were also very unsightly, with tears welling up in their eyes. Zheng Zhiwei was also protecting Chen Baozhu, showing a bit of masculinity.