Chapter 18 The Third Time
"Have you sobered up?"
The murderous light in Sa'er's eyes faded, and his irises returned to their normal gray-blue.
"You... him..."
Sa'er pointed at the rabbit, speaking incoherently. He blinked, and as tears rolled down, he turned his face away. "Is he that important to you?"
"Why wouldn't you listen to my explanation?"
I cut him off and jerked my chin toward Sheng Tianyun on the ground. "You'd rather believe a butcher?"
Sa'er lowered his head. "But you were holding him. You've never held me like that."
I: ...
Sheng Tianyun: ...
Could I even hold a fish as big as him in my arms?
That would be completely improper.
"What did you show him?"
Sheng Tianyun coughed up blood. "Just a video of your childhood."
Sa'er's expression turned extremely ugly. That footage recorded my daily interactions with Hu Jin, the black rabbit.
We sat side by side in the huge training field, pointing at the sky and asking each other if we would still be able to see such bright stars tomorrow.
Those worries about the future, when seen through Sa'er's eyes, became a sign of mutual understanding and pity.
Instead of explaining first, I called Baishuang in and had him drag Sheng Tianyun away for detention.
Only the two of us remained in the office. The rabbit had also been taken away.
When Sa'er spoke again, his voice was hoarse. "Are you tired of me now?"
"No. Don't overthink."
Sa'er called me a saint. He wasn't entirely wrong.
That face of his made it hard to stay annoyed.
Even if he killed me three times, I could still let it go.
"Don't you have anything to say?"
I was about to lock the door when he suddenly grabbed my hand and knelt at my feet.
He asked carefully and restrainedly, "Can you not abandon me?"
"I know I was wrong."
I paused and turned back. "Where were you wrong?"
"I shouldn't have attacked without distinguishing right from wrong."
"No." I said, "You were wrong for not trusting me, and for belittling yourself."
Sa'er struck me as someone who lacked a sense of security.
A little fish who would eagerly swim over at the slightest bit of sweetness struck me as someone without bad intentions.
He simply struck me as someone who didn't want to be abandoned.