After Time Traveling, I was Forced to Marry a Wealthy Family

Gu Huai took Mu Ci’s hand and asked softly, “What’s wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

In the cool screening room, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Mu Ci’s forehead. He stood up suddenly; his coat fell down, but he had no time to take care of it. He broke away from Gu Huai’s hand and ran out in a panic.

The audience in the back started talking a lot. Gu Huai was anxious and followed him out.

Mu Ci didn’t run too far. As soon as he stepped out of the screening room, he slid down the wall as if out of strength and fell on the carpet.

When Gu Huai saw him, he was huddled tightly in the corner like a puppy whose tail had been stepped on, his whole body shaking, and tears streaming down his face.

The tears flowed so fast and hard that he looked like crying his eyes out.

Gu Huai’s heart skipped a beat. He remembered Richard saying that Mu Ci’s character was very sensitive and fragile, prone to stress reactions beyond the scope of normal people.

But he hadn’t cried so much in the haunted house just now, and now, after watching a movie, Mu Ci… Gu Huai felt an ominous premonition. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and walked closer to Mu Ci step by step, picking him up without any explanation and wrapping the coat tightly around him.

“No! Don’t touch me!” His voice was sad and short, as if he was about to die.

Heavy sobs came from Mu Ci’s chest, frighteningly close to a point of unconsciousness. Gu Huai had no doubt that if this continued, Mu Ci might harm himself.

Gu Huai no longer hesitated, clasping Mu Ci’s back with his right hand and pressing down mercilessly. In an instant, Mu Ci felt immense pressure, his vision turned black, and he fainted without feeling any pain.

It was raining outside at some point; the sky was dark and suffocating. The whole street was shrouded in a depressing atmosphere. People walked back and forth holding umbrellas, resembling a black and white silent film.

Gu Huai placed Mu Ci into the back seat and drove into the hazy rain.

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Mu Ci woke up to the sound of rain. He tried his best to open his eyes, but his head was as heavy as lead, and he couldn’t move. Mu Ci turned his head with difficulty; the moon-white curtains came into view, and the gloomy sky faintly filtered through.

Then, he heard someone talking in a low voice beside him. The voice was deliberately made very low, so he couldn’t hear it clearly. Mu Ci’s eyes dimmed, and he tried hard to find the direction of the sound source. He raised his hand and accidentally knocked down the water glass on the bedside, making a crisp sound.

Gu Huai suddenly turned his head, and when he saw that Mu Ci was awake, he said to Richard, “You go down; I will stay with him.”

The psychiatrist nodded, opened the door gently, and left.

Gu Huai walked to Mu Ci’s side, wiped his eyes with a wet towel, and asked softly, “Do your eyes hurt? I gave you an ice pack just now, but you may still feel uncomfortable.”

Mu Ci cried a lot this time. He was close to collapse, and now the corners of his eyes were red. Mu Ci blinked and he could still feel the soreness on his eyelids.

But Mu Ci shook his head, “It’s okay.”

Gu Huai looked at him steadily. Gu Huai had an aura of calmness and authority when he didn’t speak. Even if his face was expressionless, his eyes looked very stern. Mu Ci shrank inexplicably. It was obvious that Gu Huai was not angry, but Mu Ci could feel the invisible pressure.

“Okay,” Gu Huai did not expose Mu Ci’s lies. He sat on the bedside and tucked Mu Ci into bed. “Since there are no physical problems, let’s talk about the movie theater.”

Mu Ci’s eyes narrowed, and he buried himself in the quilt to escape, closing his eyes. “I’m tired…”

“Mu Ci,” Gu Huai called his name seriously, “Show your face; I have something to ask you.”

Gu Huai rarely looked so serious. Mu Ci felt scared, clutching the quilt tightly and refusing to show his head, hiding like an ostrich.

Gu Huai glanced at him, “Okay, that’s fine… Mu Ci, why were you so distraught in the theater just now?”

“…It’s nothing.” The voice coming from under the quilt was very deep and muffled, and Mu Ci was uneasy. He squeezed his hand and said, “It’s really nothing, don’t ask.”

“You reacted so strongly because you had a similar experience, right?” Gu Huai expressed his suspicion, “It’s the same as that little boy.”

“I told you to stop asking!” Mu Ci’s emotions suddenly became excited. He lifted the quilt and sat up suddenly, panting and staring at Gu Huai, but Gu Huai just sat there leisurely, “Am I right?”

“You…” Mu Ci’s aura weakened for no reason, and almost his whole body shrank in size, like a plain white paper man that had been completely soaked and collapsed.

He covered his face and murmured to himself, “Why are you forcing me like this… Why do you care so much?! I beg you, stop asking, I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to talk!” Mu Ci’s mood swings were significant, but as Gu Huai expected, he pulled Mu Ci’s hand away, put it into his generous palm, and rubbed it carefully, “I like you and love you, so I want to take care of you, Mu Ci, do you understand? I don’t want you to have pain in your heart; please believe me, those things will never hurt you again in the future, and I will always protect you.”

Mu Ci looked at him blankly, almost speechless.

Gu Huai knew very well that he could not be soft-hearted at this time. He had to dig open Mu Ci’s hidden wounds with his own hands and squeeze out the poisonous blood.