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The two of them insisted that Tan Ming had altered Tan Gu's aspirations. Tan Gu's gaze toward Tan Ming shifted, turning fierce in an instant. He punched Tan Ming, who retaliated, and soon the two brothers were grappling with each other. However, the bodyguards from the Zhang Family quickly intervened. Tan Ming was restrained, while Zhang Yi ordered the bodyguards not to touch Tan Gu. As a result, Tan Ming was pinned down and thoroughly beaten by Tan Gu.
When he returned home, his father learned of the incident and, furious, had the bodyguards hold Tan Ming down for another beating. Afterward, he was locked in his room. His father refused to call a doctor; it was the height of summer, and he cut off the water and electricity in Tan Ming's room. The wounds on Tan Ming's body became infected, and for two days, he suffered from a high fever. The music playing in his room was a gift from Yan Qing to Tan Chi, which Tan Chi had carelessly left behind in Tan Ming's room. He endured for two days.
However, there were details that Tan Ming would not share with Yan Qing. Yet Yan Qing could still sense something from his brief summary. He covered his mouth, momentarily at a loss for words. The physical punishment was nothing compared to the torment of distrustful gazes.
From that moment on, I moved out of my home and never returned. Tan Ming was shocked at his own resilience; despite two days of fever, infected wounds, and not eating or drinking, he managed to survive. But after surviving, the last remnants of his nostalgia for home vanished completely. He moved out and blocked everyone from contacting him.
The only time he encountered his family again was after the college entrance examination when Tan Gu came to find him and beat him up once more; however, this time he did not fight back.
Yan Qing suddenly embraced him tightly. He didn't understand why he felt compelled to hold Tan Ming like this; it seemed that while Tan Ming sought comfort, it shouldn't have been directed at him. Yet before Yan Qing could comprehend it fully, he instinctively covered Tan Ming's mouth to silence him.
Tan Ming tried to push his hand away, but Yan Qing's voice was firm: "Tan Ming, don’t say any more!"
Tan Ming's eyes locked onto him as if asking why—why couldn’t he speak?
Yan Qing tightened his embrace and softly murmured, "You will hurt; you will feel pain."
In that moment, all of Tan Ming's indifference, his detachment, his impatience with Tan Chi, and the subconscious belief held by his parents that he had pushed a child down the stairs—all of it suddenly made sense.
"One cannot understand another's suffering without experiencing it themselves; do not advise others to be kind."
Tan Ming was nothing but a fraud!
Yan Qing thought to himself. This wasn’t just some private matter; it was a scar! A bloody scar!
Every time he touched it, it hurt once more—the scar! And this person had the audacity to peel back this bloody scar right in front of him.
Tears of bitterness welled up in the corners of Tan Ming's eyes as he muttered to himself, "You feel pain, so why don’t they?" Yet, he quickly wiped away the tears and pushed Yan Qing away. He would not linger in a embrace that did not belong to him.
He looked earnestly at Yan Qing and asked, "You said Zhao Xiang is a camel that cannot escape the desert. What about me? Why do you pity me?"
Yan Qing's pupils constricted in shock. He was astonished that Tan Ming knew he had said this about Zhao Xiang.
Yan Qing opened his mouth, unsure how to respond to Tan Ming’s question, for he had never considered an answer to it.
Tan Ming forced a self-comforting smile and said, "It's okay; you can think about it slowly."
Then he turned and left first. He left ahead of Yan Qing to prevent him from seeing his own embarrassment. He didn’t need anyone’s pity or sympathy. The moment he moved out of his home, he looked into the mirror and told himself: "Tan Ming, no one cares about you, but that’s fine; you are terrifyingly strong!"
Yan Qing watched his retreating figure, feeling somewhat at a loss. He even felt an inexplicable irritation. He didn’t understand why Tan Ming had to ask him that question or why he needed an answer from him. He could see the pleading look in Tan Ming's eyes, but no one told him what Tan Ming wanted or what he sought from him.
Yan Qing disliked this vague feeling of unspoken truths. His intelligence was limited, and he did not enjoy playing guessing games.
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