tô postando só por descarrego de consciência, porque o sentimento que fica pra mim é que tá faltando alguma coisa nessa capa... as chances de eu alterá-la são imensas (ideias/críticas são bem vindas!!!!)
bom, é uma edição pra uso pessoal, com esse casalzão do manhua 19 days, que quando vier aí, eu compartilho o link com vocês.
em um geral, eu gostei do resultado. mas é aquilo que eu coloquei ali em cima, tá faltando coisa. né?
Summary: [Post-Ch. 371] His thoughts so easily run away from him now that he has nothing to occupy his time. No bandages to apply; no cuts to disinfect. No one to talk to, though it’s not as if he would share any of his worries with Mo after all that he’s been through. It would hardly be fair.
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He Tian can’t sleep. Can’t even close his eyes for more than a few seconds at a time, despite how they burn, and oh, how they burn. After spending hours patching up Mo Guan Shan. After crying with the other boy more than once. After trying to hold back further tears when Mo hadn’t been looking. They burn with an unending redness. Despite it, he can’t look away. Because of it, he can’t take the risk.
Rarely has He Tian seen injuries so significant, and he does his best to guard against the memories that linger in his mind. To think that someone their own age had done something so vicious. To have nearly choked Mo within an inch of his life. As if he hadn’t suffered enough. He Tian wishes he were surprised, but he’s not. If anything, he’s afraid. Afraid for Mo. Afraid this will happen again. Afraid that, next time, Mo Guan Shan will not be so lucky. If one can call this luck.
His thoughts so easily run away from him now that he has nothing to occupy his time. No bandages to apply; no cuts to disinfect. No one to talk to, though it’s not as if he would share any of his worries with Mo after all that he’s been through. It would hardly be fair.
He thinks of the fish he’d left in a bowl with a small filter. Wonders what its purpose is. And he thinks of the earring. Of the char that had marred its surface. The scene that it all paints. That’s to say little of the wetness of Mo’s clothes or the marks around his neck. Did the beating or strangulation come first? Were they concurrent? How had Mo survived?
He Tian’s drawn from his thoughts when Mo rolls onto his back with a quiet little groan. For a moment, he worries that Mo Guan Shan is awake. That he’s too uncomfortable to sleep, regardless of his exhaustion, but He Tian’s relieved to find his eyes are still closed and his breathing is still slow and even, if a bit rattled.
The lingering pink in Mo’s cheeks worries him. He has no doubt where the fever comes from, but it makes him question his decision to avoid bringing a doctor into the situation. He knows exactly how Mo would feel about that idea, and it’s easier, for the time being, to simply monitor the situation for any sign that He Tian should call for help, but that doesn’t stop him from being concerned.
There are so many bandages. It’s an odd observation, given that he’s the one that put them there, but he can’t help thinking about the sheer abundance of them. And there’s equally as many bruises. Most of them are hidden under the blankets, but there are several lingering in the open. Around Mo’s mouth and eyes, across the bridge of his nose, and a bit poking out from underneath the bandages around his neck. Those will be the worst, he knows, and he can only hope that the medicated salve he applied will help reduce the potential scarring. Otherwise, Mo’s mother will be upset, and that will only upset Mo in turn. It’s the last thing that the other boy needs after living through such a horrific event.
In a few more hours, He Tian decides, he’ll go and buy something for Mo to eat for breakfast. Something soft and easy on his throat. If Mo isn’t able to eat or his fever hasn’t gone down by then, He Tian will reevaluate the situation and go from there. He has high hopes. Mo managed to get away on his own. Even managed to get himself most of the way home before He Tian found him. He probably would have gotten there in the end, though sneaking past his mom would have been harder, and He Tian doesn’t think Mo would have put nearly the effort into cleaning himself. Not with how low he had been feeling. It’s hard to care then.
There’s a moment where He Tian’s fingers twitch for his phone. He thinks, momentarily, of his brother, but he’s quick to stomp the thought out. Whatever the future holds, he’ll figure it out. Mo isn’t running from him now. He Tian can keep him safe.
