夜幕低垂，城市的燈在朦朧的夜中閃爍。一棟老舊的居民樓，燈昏黃，出一不尋常的張氣氛。

“不是我平時喜歡玩網絡，所以個人賬號呢就多了一點，這也不行嗎，你們這是要干什麽？”一名年輕男子被兩名穿黑服的人束縛，他瞪大了雙眼，滿臉的驚恐。

陸啟宸示意邊的柳湛秋從茶幾上拿出一鞋帶，然后練地將男子手腳捆綁在柜子門上。男子掙扎了一下，發現無法掙，只得冷靜下來。

“不是你們到底要干什麽，要是找我有什麼事就直接問我，你們這是什麽意思？”男子試圖為自己辯解，但雙手被束縛，顯得有些無力。

陸啟宸從口袋裏掏出手機，打開柳湛秋的個人賬號，問道：“這個賬號是不是被你了手腳？”

男子瞥了一眼手機，又抬頭打量了兩人一眼，說道：“就這件事？”

“就？你承認這件事和你的關系了？是你盜取了我的個人賬號然后刪除了那些圖文？”柳湛秋走近男子，臉鐵青。

男子視線閃爍，許久才說：“我可沒說是我，而且就算刪除了兩條圖文，能怎麼樣？”

陸啟宸不愿與他廢話，轉向男子房間走去。站在門口，他皺眉打量著屋裏凌的景象，然后走進了臥室。

外邊的柳湛秋還在繼續詢問男子，但男子就是咬死不承認。就在這時，門鈴響起。

陸啟宸示意柳湛秋從茶幾上拿了一張外賣訂單，然后自己去開了門。

門口的外賣員看到陸啟宸和柳湛秋，先是一愣，然后瞪大了雙眼：“欸，我記得這裏不是一個宅男嗎？今天怎麽收拾的這麽好看，你收拾起來還是蠻帥的嗎？”

陸啟宸沒有理會外賣員的奉承，接過外賣后打算關門。

“欸，小心……”外賣員拉住門，指著陸啟宸后說。

陸啟宸回頭一看，只見一名男子手持刀子，向他們沖了過來。男子在即將到陸啟宸時，突然轉向大喊：“快讓開！”

男子跑出大門，準備下樓時被鞋架絆倒，滾下了樓梯。幸運的是，樓梯不高，男子只是了輕傷。

柳湛秋和陸啟宸跑出來， saw that the man had fallen down the stairs, and as soon as he hit the ground, he began to wail in pain.

Their unexpected appearance caught the外賣員 off guard. He looked from Su Qingxia to Lu Chengchen and back again, his expression one of astonishment. "You two... are you filming a spy movie? I just came up and I thought this shelf was just there. I even moved it back before I walked past, but really, you falling down the stairs had nothing to do with me."

Lu Chengchen paid no attention to the外賣員's flattery and, after taking the food from his hands, prepared to close the door.

"Wait," the外賣員 grabbed the door handle, looking back at Lu Chengchen. "I saw him coming with a knife. I told you to be careful."

Lu Chengchen turned around quickly, only to see the man, now lying on the ground, raise his knife towards Su Qingxia. She had been so focused on the 外賣員 that she had no defenses. Just as the knife was about to touch her, Lu Chengchen, who had been watching closely, seized the knife.

The once neat cuff of his jacket was now split open, revealing a shirt sleeve soaked in blood. Lu Chengchen, however, showed no sign of pain. "It's okay, nothing to worry about," he said, his voice calm.

Su Qingxia, whose attention had wandered briefly, shifted her gaze from the gaping wound in his arm to the ground. She blinked, wiping away tears that had slipped out of the corner of her eye without her noticing.

The doctor, who had arrived with the ambulance along with Su Qingxia's call, cut through the flesh to see the full extent of the wound. Su Qingxia realized that Lu Chengchen was injured far worse than she had thought. The knife had sliced from his arm all the way down to the palm where he was gripping the knife.

"Do you think this big a wound will leave any sequelae, or leave any scars?" Su Qingxia asked, her voice trembling as she looked away from the wound.

"Nothing serious, don't worry," Lu Chengchen interrupted, his voice cold. "Besides, I'm the one who owes you."

As he leaned against her, Su Qingxia felt his arm around her. "It's not like that, I owe you. That's what I should pay you back for."

The doctor finished treating Lu Chengchen's wound and left the car, leaving space for Lu Chengchen and Su Qingxia.

With the doctor's attention on the wound, Lu Chengchen held Su Qingxia close. "At least we didn't come here for nothing. As long as he says who ordered this, the injustice you've suffered will be resolved, and your art exhibition can continue."

"You're crazy, Lu Chengchen. You're trying to make me owe you, right? No matter how hard I've tried to break free from any connection with you, you keep pulling me back. I'd rather this knife hit me than owe you anything."

Lu Chengchen pulled Su Qingxia closer, resting his head on hers. "It's not that. I owe you. That's what I should pay you back for."