Chapter 37: The Violence Of Fists Like Animals
Zhi Qi didn’t discover Jiang Qi’s illness by chance.
In fact, from the time they reconnected in high school, she felt that there was something off about the boy.
He seemed too closed off and too sharp, as if he had erected spikes all over his body to protect himself from everyone except her, cold to the extreme—even towards those with good intentions, Jiang Qi paid them no heed.
At the same time, Zhi Qi had always been puzzled by the fact that the boy had injuries and easily got headaches. She had asked him about it since she was ten years old, but in high school, she hesitated to bring it up.
That question was: Jiang Qi, why do you always have injuries?
Zhi Qi vaguely understood that there seemed to be significant issues in Jiang Qi’s family, possibly related to his injuries, but the boy evaded this topic so much that she couldn’t press him further.
The real confirmation that Jiang Qi had a problem came from an ‘accident’ in their second year of high school.
It was raining heavily that day, and after school, most students, even those with umbrellas, didn’t want to risk getting drenched, so they crowded in the classroom near the entrance of the teaching building.
Zhi Qi had forgotten her umbrella that day and could only join everyone else, wearing a grimace as they huddled in the classroom, waiting for the rain to ease before leaving.