Chapter 7: Will It Never Come Back?

  "Yu Wei, where are you? Is everything okay?" Mao Ni immediately asked a bunch of questions as soon as he heard Yu Wei's voice, then realized that he might not know which one to answer and changed his question to "Where are you right now?"

  Wei Chi fell silent on the other end of the phone and lowered his voice: "I'm at home now, this call is also made in secret."

  "You're already home, why are you sneaking around? And... why didn't you say anything to me when you got back?" Meow asked, puzzled, pounding on the quilt.

  Liang Chen stood by, watching as her emotions were stirred up by Wei Chi, and swallowed back the words she had wanted to say.

  "In short, I'm fine now, don't worry about me." Wu Chi spoke with a pause, then suddenly lowered his voice, "I have to hang up the phone, next time I'll call you -" Before he could finish speaking, the line went dead. Cat Nai heard the sound of the hang-up and tried calling again, but it was already switched off.

  Lying in bed, holding the phone, unable to utter a word for half a day.

  "What's wrong?" Liang Chen waited for a long time, but she didn't see any reaction from her, and couldn't help but speak up.

  "He said he was at home. Then told me not to worry, and then... nothing." The cat dropped the phone, shrugged indifferently, and lay back in bed, covering her head with a quilt.

  Liang Chen stood by, seeing her hiding under the quilt, not making a sound, and knew that she was probably heartbroken again. He fell silent for a moment, closed the door and went out, leaning against the dim corridor.

  Then took out Weizhi's mobile phone from his pocket, pressed a few buttons, and put it to his ear.

  A small square of sky outside, pale as paper.

  Wei Chi was in a distant mountain villa, taking advantage of the time after dinner to secretly take out his mobile phone and call Mao Ni. Before he could say a few words, the door opened, and the man walked up to him, snatched the phone away, and calmly removed the battery.

  Wei Chi stood up from the ground, gone was his usual smile, and there was even a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

  "Just stay at home and don't think about contacting the outside world again." The man seemed to ignore his gaze, indifferently throwing the phone out of the window. "I won't give you another chance to escape."

  "Wei Mingyue. You can't control everything about me. Even if I have to stay here, you can't force me to accept treatment." Wei Chi stared back at him, yanking out the IV tube from his wrist, a sharp pain, beads of blood seeping out, dripping onto the floor.

  His face was somewhat pale, with a faint dark circle hovering at the bottom of his eyes.

  The man looked at the dazzling bloodstains on the floor, his eyes narrowed: "Chi. If you don't want me to give you a sedative every day, it's better to cooperate obediently."

  Wei Chi was stunned and hadn't reacted yet when Wei Mingyue had already turned around and left, the door closed, followed by the sound of the lock being tightened.

  Wei Chi slumped against the wall, his back to the window curtains that were illuminated by the sunlight, making them look fluffy. His blue and white striped hospital gown made him look pale all over.

  At nightfall, someone brought him dinner, just like a prisoner, quietly opening the door and putting down a bento box.

  Wei Chi sat in the darkness, staring at the ceiling above his head, his eyes seemed to have lost their focus, and he no longer had his usual spirit. He seemed to suddenly recall many things, those memories that he never wanted to mention again.

  When he was 6 years old, he chased after his mother onto the street, but she never looked back and quickly got into a taxi with her suitcase.

  The door slammed shut with a bang.

  He stood there blankly, watching the taxi disappear on the horizon, tears streaming down his face.

  That day, he suddenly fainted on the road, and when he woke up again, he was locked in a dark room.

  "From today on, you can't go out." After his father's order came down, he was like this, living in a gloomy room, every day having to infuse countless bottles of medicine, watching the transparent **, slowly and gradually flowing into his veins, until his entire arm became cold and numb.

  At that time I was very young, never knew what it meant to resist, just felt that although I had many things, none of them were what I yearned for.

  I don't know what loneliness is, but every time night falls, I feel my heart getting tired. When facing the canvas, I inexplicably lose expression and become empty inside.

  Everyone told him you should smile instead of being expressionless, only then would your mom come back.

  But if you don't listen, she will never come back again.

  Will it never come back? I don't want it to be like this.

  Look at me, I will be smiling, I work very hard every day to smile.

  But will she see it? Will she come back if she sees it? No, I don't think so. Every time that happens, the heart-wrenching feeling spreads throughout my body, and even my smile becomes weak and pale.

  Wei Chi lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, tears falling silently down her cheeks and into the pillow. Just then, a rustling sound came from outside the window, and he sat up in surprise.

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  There's a feeling of powerlessness... Dear readers, tell me you like this article. Otherwise, I'll die from depression due to lack of motivation to write, and there won't be any more Cat Knit stories, cough cough.