Which One Will You Choose

"Isaac..." Benjamin looked over and frowned. Isaac, who had been lying on the ground, had stood up unsteadily, looking upset and desperate. His nose was still bleeding, but he didn't wipe the blood and staggered to the bed. He walked very slowly with his back hunched. He was pressing his chest with one hand, and he was very firm. It was only a distance of five or six steps, but he walked more than a dozen steps. When he reached the head of the bed, he stopped and slowly squatted down. He stared at the small bear-shaped drum on the ground for a long time before he held it with his hand trembling. After a long while, he didn't care whether the ground was clean or not, nor did he care about the eyes of the people in the room. He directly sat on the floor and looked at the small drum. He held it more and more tightly, as if he wanted to grab something. Suddenly, he spat out a large mouthful of blood, and lots of blood was sprayed on the small drum. His eyes suddenly widened, and then he ra