After breakfast, which was simple, way too simple for his skills, Yu Qingyu took a long, hot bath to relax, before retiring to his room. Taking advantage of his accident, he wanted to sleep all day…
But he couldn't. He lay in bed, tossing and turning, but the sleep just wouldn't come.
His head was all filled with thoughts of Liu Wei.
Where was he right now? Did he fall into slumber now that the day had come, or was his consciousness still awake, as he hid somewhere deep underground, wherever the remains of the ghost he possessed were? How was he? With injuries like that… was he suffering?
Recalling the horrid sight, Yu Qingyu felt his chest squeeze painfully, and his stomach churn at the same time. His heart ached, for his boyfriend, but also for his predecessor, who met such a tragic end. But, he also couldn't help but have an urge to throw up… Seeing a body mutilated so badly, and with the organs spilling out… It was just too much.
