Pregnant During An Apocalypse [BL] Chapter 28 - Supporters

Muchen walked into his dark house, blinking, dropping his coat and belongings along the way. Blank white walls faced him. There was nothing in here that was remarkable or significant to him. Everything was arranged by Shao.

He just lived here like a guest, not changing anything around him.

Muchen pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the sofa. His hand subconsciously fell on his stomach. "It doesn’t hurt now... but... but it’s there. A huge lump."

He trudged to his bed and plopped down. A soft pink bunny plushie was right by his face, looking down at him.

"The doctor said I’m sick..." He pulled the plushie close and hugged it tightly. "Why can’t I get a break?"

In the comfort of his open space, he finally broke down. Biting his lower lip, he silently cried his heart out.

Ever since he was little, he had been living on the edge. Surviving day to day in that scheming household, eating rotten food, being pushed around, being poisoned... He had been through a lot. He had fought and struggled through so much, but he didn’t expect a small tumor to pull him out.

"Life is so unfair..." He closed his eyes tightly.

The cold, fluffy plushie did not give him the comfort he needed.

Tears started to roll down his face, soaking his favorite plushie. "Is it that bad for to want to survive? Why is the world against ? I just want to live."

Sitting up, Muchen hurriedly wiped his face clean. "If I’m going out, I’m going out in my own way. I don’t accept this fate." He pulled out his luggage from under his bed and started to toss his plushie in.

Through his blurry eyes, he peered at the worn-out bunny. "I-I don’t wish to die on a hospital bed. No, it’s not what I want. I’m going to swim with the sharks and die on a lonely beach." He gently touched its dirty nose. "No one likes anyway. By the ti they find my corpse, I would be a dried mummy, or even beco a al to the local lifeform. That’s good."

Muchen sobbed when the realization hit him. No one would cry for him. Everyone hated him—his fans, his family. Everyone.

With his passport, he slowly trudged to the door. Looking back, he peered at the blank rooms. ’I hope Shao won’t bla for this...’

If he died in there, his best friend might get traumatized. He did not want that. He would never do that to him.

As he was about to step out, he noticed a small pink letter by the coat rack.

Frowning, he picked it up. It was one of those fan mails. Initially, when he started his career, he loved to read these, but later things just got worse. Instead of fan mails, he got hate mails. People scolded him for no reason and criticized him as a devil. He stopped reading them entirely.

Muchen scrunched the letter up in his palm. The recent bullying scandal ca to his mind. Back then, he was only trying to save his life from the gunned assailant, but to others, the view was warped. He was the bully who went around hitting people with a rolling pin. Partially, his aunt was behind it, but it was his ’fans’ who believed it and shunned him. His ’fans’ who claid to love him now hated him.

"Why do people hate others for no reason... What did I do to them? I was only trying to save my own life... What do they know?" He wiped his tears in a hurry.

He pulled open his coat closet to toss the letter in, but to his surprise, a huge mountain of them slid down, falling all over his feet.

Frowning, he kicked them away. This tore into one of the letters. A small heart fell out of it. "I believe in you, Muchen ah!" was written in bold.

Muchen could not believe his eyes. ’Soone actually believed in ?’ He squatted down and picked up the small heart. There was no na or any return address. Just this letter.

’Soone actually supports even through all this.’

He picked up another letter and tore it open.

Then he tore into another.

All of them.

Every single one of them was a positive letter.

They were all saying that they believed in him.

’Shao must have had soone write this... Or else why...’

He opened a few more, and it was the sa result. His fans... loved him. Even though he was a troubled person, they loved him. They rooted for him.

’Why? I’m not likable... I’m not a good person...’ He sobbed, hugging the letters.

Even though he was alone in this world, there were people looking out for him, encouraging him to be the best. Forget them, he wanted to live. He wanted to make them happy.

"Ha-ha... I guess I’m not leaving... God, I have to get to the hospital. They will cut into . I might lose my hair." He massaged his luscious hair. "I’ll get a wig. It... it will all work out."