Blinded chapter 58

Xie Li patted the dust off his pants with his hand, and the wound on his arm immediately started bleeding more.

Huo Zhaoning looked at his arm and asked, “Do you want me to take you to the hospital first?”

“No need,” Xie Li said without hesitation, “it’ll stop bleeding in a while.”

Huo Zhaoning didn’t insist, turning around to instruct his remaining subordinates to arrange a car.

At this moment, both of them heard a person singing and making a commotion hysterically.

There were not many people left on the half-mountain, and this person’s voice was particularly loud. Xie Li and Huo Zhaoning turned their heads simultaneously, seeing that the person had walked to the edge of the half-mountain platform, leaning out to look down.

For some reason, at that moment, Xie Li had a bad premonition. He took a step forward subconsciously and then saw the person jump down.

There were still a dozen or so people who hadn’t left the half-mountain, all exclaiming in panic, and some rushed to the edge of the platform to look outside.

Xie Li and Huo Zhaoning also immediately approached. In the darkness, almost nothing could be seen clearly, but it was apparent that the slope where the person jumped was steep, and below were cold, hard rocks. It would be difficult to survive the fall.

Some people, fearing they would be implicated, had already hurriedly left in their cars.

Amidst the rising and falling sound of car engines, Xie Li looked up at Huo Zhaoning, who turned around and instructed his subordinates to call for help.

Then Huo Zhaoning asked Xie Li, “Do you need me to arrange for someone to take you away first?”

Xie Li hesitated for a moment and then said, “okay.”

Huo Zhaoning arranged for a car to take Xie Li back to the Chang family.

Xie Li entered the gate alone, walked along the driveway in front of the garden, took out his phone from his pants pocket, and hadn’t seen any news about someone falling off the cliff on Mount Qifeng in the local news. Then he stuffed the phone back into his pocket, and when he raised his hand, he noticed that the blood on his sleeve had already dried.

Chang Xiaojia’s room was still lit.

Feeling somewhat exhausted, Xie Li walked up to the second floor. He stopped in front of Chang Xiaojia’s room, reached out to open the door.

The door was locked from the inside, and Xie Li couldn’t open it.

He sighed heavily, leaned his body against the door, pressed his forehead against the wooden door, raised his hand to knock on the door, and called softly, “Xiaojia.”

There was no response from inside the room.

Xie Li was extremely tired. He closed his eyes, knocked on the door again with a bit more force, and called, “Xiaojia.”

Still no response.

At that moment, Xie Li felt that Xiaojia probably wouldn’t open the door for him. He kept his forehead against the wooden door, knocked on the door repeatedly, and his head was a bit confused. He didn’t know what result he wanted. But he couldn’t bring himself to turn away.

Later on, Xie Li felt that he couldn’t hold on any longer. He turned around, leaned against the door, and sat down. He lowered his head, and unknowingly, he fell asleep.

He didn’t sleep for too long. Someone seemed to have kicked his leg. He woke up from a deep sleep, raised his head, and opened his eyes.

Standing in front of him was not Chang Xiaojia but Chang Xin.

Chang Xin seemed to have just returned from outside, covered in dust. A coat was draped over his shoulders as he looked at Xie Li and asked, “Didn’t Xiaojia open the door for you?”

Xie Li’s exhaustion hadn’t completely dissipated. He just made a soft “Hmm” sound and said, “I’m too tired.”

Chang Xin said, “Get up. I’ll have someone take care of the wound on your arm.”

Xie Li slowly stood up. He pulled his sleeve, finding that the fabric had stuck to the wound. It seemed that with a little force, the fabric might tear the wound open.

He went into Chang Xin’s room. Chang Xin called a doctor to help treat his wounds. Xie Li felt quite drained, and as soon as the wound was taken care of, he collapsed onto the sofa in Chang Xin’s room and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, the room was empty, and Xie Li, looking bewildered, opened his eyes. He lay on the sofa for quite a while before reaching for his phone to check the time, only to find that his phone had run out of battery.

Surveying Chang Xin’s room, he slowly walked to the bed and bent down to check the bedside table.

At that moment, Chang Xin suddenly pushed the door open and entered. He stood at the door and asked Xie Li, “What are you looking for?”

Xie Li calmly raised his phone and said, “Charger.”

Chang Xin walked to the bedside, opened a drawer, and handed him a charger.

Xie Li plugged the charger into the bedside power source, crouched down, and waited for the phone to turn on.

Chang Xin asked, “What’s so urgent to check?”

Without lifting his head, Xie Li replied, “I don’t feel at ease without my phone.”

When the phone finally turned on, he saw that it was already past noon. He looked up and asked Chang Xin, “Where’s Chang Xiaojia?”

Chang Xin didn’t answer, only asking, “Did you two fight again?”

Xie Li remained silent.

Chang Xin said, “He’s been in his room all day, hasn’t eaten anything. Maybe he’s going to start fasting again.”

Xie Li stood up, stretched his neck a bit, placed the phone on the bedside table, and walked outside. He reached Chang Xiaojia’s room door, knocked on it, and called, “Xiaojia.”

Still, no response.

Chang Xin picked up Xie Li’s phone, casually unlocked it, saw that the screen was locked again, and placed it back on the bedside table. He walked out and said to Xie Li, “Wake him up for lunch.”

After knocking on the door for a long time without getting a response, Xie Li walked to the living room window. He looked inside, then climbed out of the window, held onto the windowsill, stood up, and used his long legs to step over. He jumped onto the balcony of Chang Xiaojia’s room.

The balcony’s glass sliding door was open. He walked to the door and saw Chang Xiaojia wrapped in a blanket, lying in bed. A table lamp on the bedside was still on.

Xie Li walked to the bedside, squatted down, and gently called him, “Xiaojia.”

Chang Xiaojia’s pale face had his eyes tightly shut, and he hadn’t opened them.

Xie Li reached out and touched Chang Xiaojia’s face. Feeling his cheek slightly cool, he softly said again, “Xiaojia, get up; it’s time to eat.”

Chang Xiaojia remained motionless.

Xie Li looked at him and said, “Xiaojia, what can I do to be forgiven?”

This time, Chang Xiaojia slowly opened his eyes and said, “Xie Li, just go.”