exo Icy Gem

Chapter2

Wu Sehun watched over Lu Ming, who lay on the bed, anxiously waiting for him to awaken. "He may never wake up again, please accept my condolences, Mr. Wu," echoed the doctor's words in Wu Sehun's ears, tears of pity hanging on his face. Yet, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind, "Lu Ming's body is much stronger than Lu Han's, how could he not withstand Lu Han's attack? Lu Ming told me himself... Damn it, why am I having these thoughts? I should believe Lu Ming without hesitation." Sehun clenched his fists as if to grasp his own heart tightly.

Struggling to get up from the bed, Lu Han knew he had to leave this place, but he was completely drained of strength. Looking at the chains on his hands, he sighed. How easy could it be to leave? He hoped for something to eat around him, but there was nothing but cold walls. Sehun's loathing for him had reached its peak, and it seemed he had truly made up his mind this time. In the darkness, a pair of hands embraced him. As Lu Han was about to resist, he heard, "Lu Han, it's me." The gentle voice calmed him down, an odd contrast to the very masculine boy who held him. But looking at the frail and endearing figure before him, he felt assimilated.

"I will take you away from here," said Huang Zitao, shaking the keys in his hand. He unlocked the chains, not even pausing to look at the wounds on Lu Han's body, and lifted him up, ready to leave. His hands trembled slightly, the delicate and tender body enough to make Huang Zitao fall for him. Lu Han had no more strength, and everything before him was dark. Carrying Lu Han, he dashed out of the room, only to bump into someone.

On the wide road, a variety of people filled the space, as the large city was on the verge of embracing its nightlife. The bustling and lively scenes could last well into the night. In City A, this affluent city, many people were striving for a better life. Here, no matter how far you go, you are but a speck of dust in the city, or perhaps not even that, insignificant. Great achievements are just expected in the eyes of others; aside from family, no one really cares about you. A QUATTROPORTE President limousine, a limited edition Maserati Genesi, sped down the road, its occupant seemingly unhappy, expressionless as he held the steering wheel, yet not losing the air of a gentleman. Sehun's family was in the building materials business, with influence stretching across the entire City A. Sehun's father, Wu Yanbin, had struggled for most of his youth, earning the life Sehun now lived. To others, it seemed like such a fortunate thing, yet at this moment, Wu Sehun was still troubled by Lu Ming's situation. The speed of 200r/s brought no thrill, as Lu Ming had yet to awaken. Suddenly, Sehun remembered the image of Lu Han with a sharp knife, a surge of hatred rising in his heart. He furrowed his brows and pressed the accelerator, driving off into the distance...

At the Wu residence, "How is it you?" Huang Zitao looked nervously at Zhong Da, the butler, Sehun's most capable assistant, but more appropriately, his friend. "Take him away," Zhong Da said calmly, without surprise or anger, understanding the entanglement between the three of them. If Lu Han stayed here, he would die. Huang Zitao looked at Zhong Da in surprise, "What did you say?" "I said, take him away." Zhong Da repeated. "And what about you?" Huang Zitao asked, grateful yet worried for Zhong Da. "I'll be fine," Zhong Da always exuded a different kind of charisma, not handsome but inexplicably affable. "Take care," Huang Zitao had no choice; he had to take Lu Han away. "Okay," Huang Zitao left in a hurry. Zhong Da watched the stories unfold around him every day, the fragile yet stubborn Lu Han and the cold-faced yet inwardly longing for beauty Sehun, always somewhat shaken, but ultimately unable to understand why they always liked to torment each other, why both sides, covered in wounds, never willing to let go of each other? What did they really want? Sehun said he liked Lu Ming, but was that true? Clearly, the way Lu Han looked at Sehun and Sehun looked at Lu Han was the same, yet at the moment of collision, Sehun always avoided it, avoiding the light of their collision. Zhong Da shook his head as he sat on the sofa.

The car horn sounded outside, and Zhong Da knew Sehun had returned. He pondered how to explain to Sehun, who saw Zhong Da as soon as he entered, "Zhong Da, I'm back." Zhong Da quickly stood up from the sofa, his expression unexpectedly anxious, "What's wrong, Zhong Da?" Sehun sensed something was amiss. "Sehun, just now..." "It's bad, young master, Young Master Lu is gone!" A servant rushed out of the house in a panic. Sehun's face changed immediately, first in surprise, then in anger, "Scoundrel, how dare you leave just like that, after what you've done to Lu Ming, shouldn't you take responsibility?" The more Sehun thought, the angrier he became, feeling a rage building inside him as if it would consume him. "Sehun, let's stop here," Zhong Da brought Sehun back to reality. "Mind your own business, and I'll mind mine!" Sehun said and strode towards the room.

The young man didn't know how long he had slept. He opened his eyes to the warm light, feeling a slight warmth as he looked around the room. The room wasn't big, but the beige tones were comforting. He knew he was no longer in that filthy place. His mouth was dry, "Hmm~~" he winced as he sat up from the bed, extending his clean, slender hands. "Bang—" a cup shattered, and Lu Han lost his balance, tumbling off the bed, "Lu Lu, why did you get up? Lie down!" A young man with peach blossom eyes rushed in, "Zitao, I~~" See, Lu Han, wherever you go, you only cause trouble.

"Lu Lu." The doting voice accompanied by warm arms lifted Lu Han back onto the bed, silently, he poured a glass of water, and gently blew on the spoon at the lips. "Here, Lu Han." The gentle voice arose, and Lu Han was sure Huang Zitao was the gentlest man in the world to him, the water felt exceptionally warm. Huang Zitao was always so gentle, treating Lu Han as if it had become a habit, unaware of how long this habit could last. "Are you hungry?" After drinking the water, Huang Zitao was concerned about Lu Han's stomach. Lu Han nodded, his stomach burning uncomfortably, having not eaten for 24 hours, he didn't even have the strength to speak. Huang Zitao immediately busied himself in the kitchen. Huang Zitao was the well-known 'Young Master Huang' locally, with a family background not inferior to Sehun's, owning his own family business, the sole heir of the Huang family. The housemaids at home were numerous, and Huang Zitao treated the servants kindly, never troubling those weaker than himself. Yet, when facing tough enemies, his ruthlessness was no less than Sehun's. But when Lu Han was here, Huang Zitao was nothing but gentle, always cooking for Lu Han himself, never letting the servants interfere. The cooking skills he had honed since meeting Lu Han. "Lu Lu," he gently woke the sleeping figure, helped him sit up, and fed him the millet porridge in his hand. The sight of Lu Han made Huang Zitao's heart ache, the pale and weary Lu Han was nowhere near the vibrant young man he used to be. Lu Han never considered himself, preferring to take on all responsibilities, hoping to alleviate the pain of those around him, especially Sehun. As long as Sehun was happy, nothing else mattered. Huang Zitao fed Lu Han spoon by spoon, Lu Han's clear eyes making Huang Zitao's heart beat every second, never straying far. Lu Han, before I met you, I never understood what love was. Huang Zitao's eyes only had Lu Han, and Lu Han's eyes only had Sehun, two hearts that could have come close, never intersected. Huang Zitao, if I had met you first, maybe, I would have fallen in love with you. But God never lets us off easily, entangling us together, endlessly.