His head was currently cradled in Moshe's arms — and the sounds that echoed in his ears were Moshe's irregular heartbeats that somehow caused the knife to twist deeper into his chest. He tried to get up but Moshe put one palm on his chest to hold him in place.
"Stay." His voice was more subdued now, the emotions carefully concealed under the current. The golden eyes that were gazing down at him were fathomless. "Kaede can't detect anything wrong with you so we are going to the hospital now."
Lu Yizhou gave a slow blink and subconsciously reached out to grab Moshe's hand. Moshe's chest was warm yet his fingers were icy cold. Lu Yizhou frowned at his low temperature. He brought those beautiful and slender fingers to his mouth and puffed out warm air to them.
"M'kay… no need for hospital," he mumbled. For some reason, his whole body felt sluggish and his limbs heavy. Why did he feel so sleepy?
