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Jiang Zhiyu looked in the direction of the shattered fragments and saw that the boy who had just been grabbed by the collar was now lying on the ground, with a dark liquid spreading beneath him and countless shards of wine bottles all around him.

A cabinet containing several bottles of red wine had fallen to the ground, lying on its side next to the boy. The cabinet had a crack, and the price tags were scattered all over the floor.

Sharp shards of glass cut the boy's body, leaving visible wounds on his arms and back. Bright red blood oozed from the wounds, dripping onto the ground and mixing with the flowing liquor.

Dark liquor mixed with bright red blood, gradually staining the boy's back and collar, even his profile was stained with specks of dark red, dripping down his jawline, and the overflowing liquor beneath him gradually dyed the whole world red.

The scene made Jiang Zhiyu's breath catch in his throat. He subconsciously took a step back, and the scene before him began to distort.

He couldn't help but hallucinate that rainy night from a few years ago: the blinding lights on the mountain road, the sound of brakes and rain in his ears, and the person who had fallen into his arms, gradually losing their breath and growing colder and colder.

The boy and the other person were clearly stunned, and a look of shock and guilt flashed across the other person's face.

The boy who pushed the other boy instantly lost his temper, replaced by undisguised shock and guilt. He instinctively pulled his hand back, unable to believe what he was seeing. His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The convenience store was deathly silent, with only heavy breathing sounds remaining; even the sound of rain outside the window seemed to be shut out.

Jiang Zhiyu leaned unconsciously against the cashier counter, the buzzing in his ears completely engulfing him.

The piercing pain drilled into his temples, grinding through every muscle in his body, and finally wreaking havoc in every corner of his body.

His hands were braced on the counter, his forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and his veins were bulging. He was doing his best to support his body and try his best to hide his abnormality.

At this moment, his world seemed to be shrouded in a thick veil, and everything became hazy and unclear. The convenience store lights, the scattered fragments, the blood and wine on the ground all became blurred and distorted. Everyone's face seemed to be covered by a blur filter, and their features could not be seen, leaving only blurry outlines.

The sounds from the outside world became muffled and indistinct, seeming distant and unreal. Only his own heavy heartbeat and the buzzing in his ears were terrifyingly clear.

He vaguely saw the cashier finally come to her senses, jog to the liquor cabinet, crouch down, carefully avoiding the shards of glass, and ask in a panicked voice, "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

The boy who had fallen to the ground only then realized what had happened and struggled to get up, looking extremely disheveled.

He staggered slightly, grabbed the cashier's outstretched hand, and awkwardly stood on the still clean ground, instinctively covering the wound on his arm, somewhat at a loss.

Just then, another person, with eyes darting around, preemptively accused someone: "Isn't this wine cabinet in your store too dangerous? How could it tip over with just a light touch and injure a customer? You have to pay for it!"

The cashier's eyes widened, as if she were looking at some unreasonable scoundrel: "I saw with my own eyes you forcefully push this boy against the liquor shelf, which caused it to fall over."

"How dare you make false accusations? I only gave him a light push!" The man glared at him, his voice filled with shock.

"How could you do this? Didn't you see he's injured?" The cashier frowned, her eyes sweeping over the boy's wounds and the broken pieces on the ground. "Don't try to renege on your debt; you have to pay."

Although this convenience store is called a convenience store, due to the special nature of the industry in the industrial park, the customers are mostly celebrities, trainees and staff, and their spending level is not low. The store also has many expensive cigarettes and alcohols.

The wines on the shelf weren't particularly expensive, but they were all priced in the four figures or higher. Now that more than a dozen bottles had been smashed at once, the total amount was shockingly high.

The man's face immediately turned ugly. He stammered and changed the subject: "It's just a run-down convenience store. Who knows if it's selling fake alcohol? Maybe they're deliberately setting it up here to scam people? We don't have the money to pay, and I have to go."

"Hey?!" The cashier grabbed the man's arm with lightning speed. "What are you trying to do? Trying to run away? No way! Let me tell you, if you try to renege on your debt, I'll call the police."

"I'm warning you, don't pull me! If anything happens, you'll have to pay this bastard. This is my brother, he has money, but I don't." The man pointed at the boy who had been standing silently to the side and tried to break free from the cashier's grip. However, the boy looked thin but was actually incredibly strong, and the cashier couldn't break free completely no matter what he did.

The cashier paused for a moment, then decisively grabbed the man with one hand and quickly dialed the police with her other phone.

The man panicked, abruptly slapping the phone away. Under the cashier's shocked gaze, he shouted, "It had nothing to do with me! I just gave it a light push, and he suddenly collapsed onto the liquor shelf! Where's the security footage? Yes, the security footage! Show me the footage!"

The phone fell to the ground at Jiang Zhiyu's feet, the crisp sound pulling him out of his daze.

His body moved almost instinctively, slowly bending down to avoid the shards of glass on the ground, picking up the phone with its shattered screen, and handing it back to the cashier who was still reaching out.

The cashier's face instantly darkened as she looked at the spiderweb-like cracks on her phone screen.

If he was merely fulfilling his duty to mitigate the boss's losses before, now he was genuinely angry: "Did you know our store's security cameras were broken today and deliberately come to cause trouble?"

The man was taken aback, then began to panic, his eyes darting around: "I don't care, it has nothing to do with me anyway."

Jiang Zhiyu couldn't hear their argument clearly. He was breathing heavily, feeling a little breathless, and his fingertips were trembling uncontrollably.

In recent years, he has mistaken people for others due to his mental state. During the worst period of his illness, all the strangers on the street looked like Jing Chi, each face staring at him expressionlessly with cold eyes.

This caused him to be afraid to go out for a period of time, locking himself in his room day and night, using games to escape reality.

He thought he had long been used to this kind of life, but this intense external stimulus gave him a splitting headache.

He didn't carry the medicine with him; it was kept in a hidden compartment in his bag.

go away.

That was the only thought left in his mind.

He leaned on the cashier counter and slowly walked forward, his steps unsteady, his eyes still glazed over, wanting only to escape this suffocating place as soon as possible.

He was oblivious to the slight crunching sound of the glass shards under his feet, mechanically continuing to walk forward.