This isn't self-harm, at least not entirely.
He was smashing the miniature earpiece that had slipped from his ear during a fall, shattering it against his cheek with his skull.
Metal and plastic shards pierced his flesh, bringing new pain, but he was indifferent.
After completing this action, he turned his head back, his forehead a bloody mess, and pleaded earnestly to Feng Mu:
"Rest assured... I, I'm not trying to extract your intelligence and pass it on to others before I die... I just, just want to die knowing..."
Feng Mu looked at the other's forehead wound and the scattered earpiece fragments, a look of sudden understanding crossing his face.
By habit, he usually wouldn't bother answering such "insignificant" questions.
But given the other's sincerity, he couldn't bear to deny a dying person's final wish.
He really was a soft-hearted person.
He spoke warmly:
"I've been following you from behind, running with you for quite a long stretch."
