Tomb raiders: You stole my little Qilin?

He had drunk too much. Less than an hour after Zhang Qiling left, Wu Wei was overcome by the urge to urinate, which dispelled his drowsiness.

Stumbling out of bed, I pushed open the door and walked unsteadily toward the bathroom.

The lights in the courtyard were off; only moonlight filtered through the branches and leaves of the pomegranate tree, casting a silvery sheen on the ground.

Hei Xiazi was still awake, sitting on the stone bench under the pomegranate tree, lost in thought.

Hearing the sound, he turned around and saw Wu Wei staggering towards the bathroom.

I tripped on the steps and stumbled forward.

Hei Xiazi got up, took a few steps over, and reached out to help him.

With one hand supporting his arm and the other hand bracing his back, she half-carried, half-dragged him toward the bathroom.

When they reached the door, Wu Wei was held against the wall for support. The door was closed, and he said, "Go by yourself."

When Wu Wei came out of the bathroom, Hei Xiazi turned on the tap again to wash his hands, dried them, and then helped him walk back to the room.

After all that trouble, Wu Wei sobered up a bit.

He can recognize people now, but his consciousness is still not very clear.

He was helped to the bedside, then suddenly stopped, turned around and stared at Hei Xiazi's face for a long time.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he ripped off Black Bear's sunglasses.

Hei Xiazi was caught off guard by Wu Wei and was indeed pulled down by him.

In that instant, the eyes that had been hidden by sunglasses were exposed to the moonlight, and they were eyes that were completely different from ordinary people.

The whites of his eyes were a pale bluish-gray, and his pupils were half the size of normal people's. His pupils were constricted, giving him a somewhat eerie appearance in the moonlight.

Wu Wei stared at him blankly, then reached out and slowly touched the area around his eyes.

His fingertips, cool from the tap, felt like a drop of ice-cold water on Black Bear's face.

"It's different." Wu Wei seemed to be talking to himself.

Black Bear suddenly turned his head away, avoiding his fingers.

His expression suddenly turned cold. He put Wu Wei on the bed and turned to leave.

Wu Wei grabbed his arm.

His hands weren't actually very strong; he gripped Hei Xiazi's wrist loosely, and could easily shake him off with a single effort.

But the black bear couldn't break free.

"Blind, let me see." Wu Wei's voice was muffled, but it carried a stubbornness.

Black Bear stood with his back to him, his voice cold, as if he had wrapped himself in a shell of icy indifference.

Aren't you afraid?

Wu Wei shook his head and slurred:

"I'm not afraid of being blind. Being blind is good."

He muttered to himself, as if he wanted to pour out all his thoughts, completely unguarded:

"Even though you're sharp-tongued, greedy, and even hit me..."

When Hei Xiazi heard "Hit me again," he couldn't help but turn around, his voice rising several decibels:

"When did I hit you?"

Wu Wei leaned against the headboard and accused the other party with righteous indignation: "When we were practicing martial arts, it hurt so much."

Black Bear opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but then felt that he shouldn't argue with a drunkard.

He was still organizing his thoughts when Wu Wei stared intently into his eyes.

Black Bear felt uncomfortable under his gaze and reflexively closed his eyes, his voice dry: "It's terrifying."

"It's not scary."

Wu Wei grabbed Hei Xiazi's shoulder and stood up, leaning against him.

He reached out and gently touched the bear's eyelids with his fingers, repeating the words indistinctly but deliberately:

"Blindness is never scary."

The bear still refused to open its eyes.

Wu Wei pondered for a moment with his alcohol-fueled brain, and then he came up with an idea that he thought was perfectly reasonable.

Slowly approaching the bear's face.

Warm breath fell on Black Bear's face, carrying a faint smell of alcohol.

Black Bear was a little uncomfortable with such closeness to people and frowned.

Thinking that Wu Wei wanted to get closer to observe, he still did not open his eyes.

Then, the next second, a warm and soft touch landed on his eyelids.

Warm breaths landed on his forehead.

Hei Xiazi froze.

My brain felt like it had been violently struck by something, and all my thoughts went blank in that instant.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Wu Wei's face very close to his.

The moonlight reflected in those peach blossom eyes, hazy with intoxication yet exceptionally earnest.

"You opened your eyes." Wu Wei looked at him with a silly grin.

Hei Xiazi's face turned bright red, and he stammered:

"You, you, you—"

Wu Wei, however, did not feel that he had done anything extraordinary.

He cupped the bear's face in his hands and said mysteriously, "I will heal you, I have—"

Before he could finish speaking, the alcohol finally and completely overwhelmed Wu Wei.

He leaned back and fell onto the bed, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Her breathing quickly became long and steady, the blanket was tucked under her, and she hadn't even taken off her shoes.

Hei Xiazi stood alone by the bed, bewildered in the wind.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating his angular face and highlighting the lingering redness on his cheeks.

He raised his hand and touched his eyelid, the spot where Wu Wei had just touched him.

Wu Wei's warmth seemed to linger on it, warm and soft.

His hand paused there for a moment, then slowly moved down to cover his eyes.

He wasn't unaware of those strange moments in himself.

Her ears turned red, her heart raced, and sometimes she would stare blankly at Wu Wei for no apparent reason.

But Wu Wei suited his temperament very well.

They are deep thinkers but honest with those around them, have a good temper, are tolerant, and occasionally slack off.

He had never met anyone like Wu Wei before.

Therefore, Hei Xiazi attributed his strange moments to his appreciation of Wu Wei and his care for the mute tribe.

But on this night, this explanation of himself shattered like glass struck by a hammer.

Hei Xiazi lived a long time, saw many people, and also lost many people.

He had long ago learned to use money to settle relationships and to filter out any potentially deep emotions with a cynical attitude.

Paying for a service, settling the bill, and leaving no one indebted to anyone—that's the safest way for him.

The mute are an exception; they also live long lives, live alone, and are "afflicted with serious illnesses."

But Hei Xiazi did not expect that one exception would bring about another, even bigger exception.

Wu said that this person does not follow the rules.

I won't calculate money, favors, or who owes whom.

It just naturally creeps into your life and naturally brings about change.

They'll just casually touch your eyelids and then casually fall asleep.

Hei Xiazi slowly lowered his hand and looked down at Wu Wei, who was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly and without any guard.

With his eyes closed, he appeared indifferent, so indifferent that Hei Xiazi almost thought the smell of alcohol on his eyelids was an illusion.

"You really are—" Black Bear said, his voice hoarse and unlike his own.

He wanted to say that you were being incredibly reckless and how could you do such a thing.

But these words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single one.

After a while, Hei Xiazi raised his hand and pressed it against his chest, feeling his still wildly beating heart through his T-shirt.

After a long pause, he squeezed out a sentence that only he could hear.

"...It's over."

If the mute finds out, won't he beat him to death?