"Don't look."
The man blocked all her sight.
In the dim light, Song Xi saw the scarlet bloodstains still clinging to his knuckles.
Her expression froze.
"Song Xi..."
A faint cry for help echoed from ahead again.
Song Xi furrowed her brow. She tried to push away the mountain blocking her path. "Let go."
Lou Yuming grabbed her slender arm, glancing indifferently at the exquisite bouquet in her arms.
"Go."
He tried to pull her away from the scene without further explanation.
Song Xi resisted fiercely, "Let go, I'm not leaving!"
A hint of impatience flickered across Lou Yuming's stern face. "Be good, get in the car and I'll explain."
Song Xi was inherently the type who, the more you tried to hide something, the more she'd insist on digging for answers.
She grew a little angry and questioned him, "Why won't you let me see? What did you do?"
Lou Yuming's expression was somber, but in the darkness, Song Xi could only feel the faint, chilling aura emanating from him.
She seized the opportunity to step forward, though she didn't dare get too close.
Lou Yuming, with ample opportunity to stop her, didn't reach out. He turned away coldly, standing behind Song Xi, his gaze fixed on the young man leaning against the wall, the lines on his brow deepening.
Song Xi cautiously raised her flashlight. The moment the beam hit, the other person's eyes widened abruptly.
She was startled.
He looked... somewhat familiar.
The young man weakly parted his lips. Song Xi suddenly remembered that he was the first lucky fan chosen to come on stage at the press conference just now.
What was going on?!
Song Xi hurried closer.
Lou Yuming had been observing her movements, and the moment her left foot took its first step, he immediately pulled her back.
"Don't go!"
He was her fan; how could she remain indifferent?
"Let go! Why did you hit him?"
Facing Song Xi's accusation, Lou Yuming pursed his lips, his gaze fixed and deep.
She had asked so many times, yet he still refused to say a word.
Song Xi lost her temper and yanked his hand away.
She walked to the young man, placed the flowers on the ground, and said patiently, "Are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
The young man weakly shook his head, then suddenly, unexpectedly, bent over and coughed, finally spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.
Song Xi exclaimed hurriedly, "I'll call the hospital right away, just a moment."
But precisely at this moment, her phone battery died!
Song Xi had no choice but to reach out to Lou Yuming. "Your phone."
He remained unmoved. There was not a trace of warmth in his dark eyes.
Lives were at stake, yet he was so cold-blooded!
Song Xi was speechless, and had to ask the young man, "Where's your phone?"
"In... my bag."
Song Xi reached for it. The moment she touched his body, the young man shivered.
"Sorry."
Song Xi thought she had accidentally touched a wound, but it wasn't the case. The young man was merely unable to suppress the stirrings of excitement within him at Song Xi's touch.
Song Xi unlocked the phone. After just one second, the young man seemed to remember something and guiltily snatched the phone back.
"I'll... I'll call myself!"
Song Xi said, "Okay," and was about to stand up when the young man suddenly grabbed her.
Seeing this, Lou Yuming's brows knitted into a tight knot.
His hand was trembling, and it felt sticky, as if with blood.
"You and him... what's your relationship?" he asked, referring to Lou Yuming.
"Could you let go of me first? It hurts a little," Song Xi said gently.
The young man reluctantly released her hand, the lingering delicate sensation leaving him unsatisfied.
"Friends."
Song Xi uttered two words, and at the same time, she subtly retreated a couple of steps.
"How could that be..."
The young man gave a self-deprecating laugh, then stared at the bouquet on the ground. "Who gave this to you?"
Song Xi replied, "A friend too."
The young man said, "I thought you only had us fans."
Song Xi said, "Everyone has friends."
"But you just said, 'The sunset is beautiful and warm'!" The young man's voice suddenly rose. "One sunset is enough!"
Song Xi said calmly, "I think you should go to the hospital now."
Her tone suddenly turned cold. The young man noticed and his expression darkened.
He assumed it was related to Lou Yuming, his eyes flickered, and he began to clutch his chest, collapsing onto the ground.
"It hurts... it hurts so much..."
He advised her with a seemingly sincere tone, "Song Xi, stay away from him. I'm afraid he'll hurt you... Come to me!"
Seeing Song Xi's impassive face, the young man continued, "Don't be fooled by his handsome face; it's an illusion! He was the one who hit me just now. Look at my face, and my hands..."
It was indeed a brutal attack. Lou Yuming had clearly used considerable force.
"Song Xi!" the young man roared. "Believe me, in this world, only we fans truly care about you, only us!"
Faced with his outburst, Song Xi simply said, "I'll cover the medical expenses."
The young man was stunned. "Why? Why should you be responsible if he hit me!"
"Because you're my fan."
The young man smiled greedily.
"Just a fan," Song Xi added immediately afterward.