Cw: self-harm/mention of suicide
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Contrary to his usual explosive temper, when Jia Molei was really angry, he would be quiet. Terrifyingly quiet. It was the kind of anger that simmered beneath the surface of his skin and bubbled inside his veins, only manifesting in his clenched fists and hardened jaws.
It was in this intense state of anger that he questioned He Juan, who had once again been pulled back from the brink of death. "Why did you do that?"
The man on the hospital bed was alarmingly pale. Granted, he had just lost a huge amount of blood. Even though they had moved into a sterile isolation room, Jia Molei still felt as if he could smell the thick stench of blood lingering on the tip of his nose.
