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After more than five months of treatment and recuperation, the skinny cheeks barely grew some flesh.

The walls of the research institute were so pale that it was almost blinding. Transparent and opaque glass alternated to seal the entire world in one airtight grid.Doctors or researchers in white coats and medical masks come in and out every day. It is a long process to recover the damaged nerves, and there is a lot of time without falling into a state of ignorance on the operating table. , Everything is silent and quiet, probably because his five senses are semi-closed and there are too many unprocessed information in his brain, so he has not been driven crazy by such a boring daily life.

Later, most of the rehabilitation methods were switched to drug conditioning.Due to the destruction of body functions in the previous treatment, the immune system became extremely unstable. Sometimes he was so weak that he fell into a coma at every turn, and sometimes he was in extreme pain because of his body’s reaction too intensely. He could feel People who walk around them are more cautious, lest complications or other diseases will be induced.And it was at this stage that Cyril gradually recovered her perception of the outside world.

Smells, sounds, images, all the instant information is fed back in the brain, forming memories and creating moments of thinking, he is almost uncontrollably moved, although it is like the situation where a complete frame flashes from time to time in an old black and white TV, it is also called He had never before produced the knowledge that he was alive--such a thing.

Probably because he has been lying on the hospital bed for too long, his ability to control his body is still relatively weak, and it is difficult for him to express his wishes independently.But everyone seemed to be relieved. In his brief waking consciousness, he could even see many people smiling at him, that kind of relaxed smile with some relief... Yes, he survived.It seems to have survived.

The high-risk warning outside the ward was removed, and when Lance was finally allowed to enter, he could hardly contain the excitement surging in his chest.When standing at the door, this strong emotion even made him dizzy for a moment, and he had to hold on to the door to barely maintain his balance.Several white coats standing not far away saw the sudden color of water in his eyes.

His half-length hair was randomly tied behind his head, and his thin figure showed how much psychological pressure it took to torture a healthy person to this point, but even though his face was haggard, he could still see his original extremely handsome face.

He hadn't met the person he wanted to see, and he couldn't help but cry.

Perhaps those who have watched this miracle all the way can understand such timidity.The treatment plan this time is almost a collection of the world's top surgeon virus experts and those life science researchers. Relying on incomplete data and extremely dangerous pathogens, they have to restore the whole process of cultivating specific variants, and then find out The method of completely inhibiting the activity of the virus - how many of these breakthroughs are almost like a coincidence, and it is simply involved in the realm of God.And when the virus treatment entered the advanced stage, this case proved to be successful, and they were finally able to announce to the outside world the initial achievement of cracking the labyrinth virus.

It was very difficult for Lance to step into the house. After a short distance, the exhaustion and pain that had been suppressed seemed to be completely released at this time, almost bending his spine. He didn't know what kind of perseverance he was relying on It took courage to get to this day.

That person—that figure fell asleep peacefully, with a very peaceful expression.The soft hair is scattered on the pillow, the cheeks are still a little thin, but the facial features are even more attractive, the pale skin is slightly sick, and it is so thin that there are slender veins, but it is really much healthier than before He almost thought it was the person in his heart from the past, who escaped from the framework of consciousness and appeared here alive.

Lance stood there blankly, without any reaction.Is this a dream?Is he still in the dream?

In the next second, the man suddenly held his forehead, and tears poured out. He turned his head to look at the accompanying person in a panic, and the finger pointing at Xi Ruier was trembling. I can't bear to miss a second.

"Just finished taking the medicine," a female researcher next to him said hastily, "the recovery of sensory nerves is still relatively slow. In order not to cause sensory confusion, the daily waking time is actually not much—of course, this stage is almost the same. We’ll call in a specialist rehabilitation doctor when we go down.”

Lance nodded wildly, he stood beside the bed, his heart was so full of joy that he wanted to jump out of his throat, thanking God for all the gods he had asked, wanting to reach out and touch him countless times, sure This is not my hallucination, but even my hands were trembling, and I finally grabbed the white sheet, and asked with some anxiety: "I can, can..."

"It's okay," the person behind said softly, "You can touch him and hug him—it's a miracle, congratulations."

But Lance didn't stretch out his hand again, he just bent over and stood by the bed and watched greedily, reluctant to let go of a single bit, and then smiled very slowly.

It was dusk when Cyril saw Lance.

He was allowed by the doctor to take off the blindfold to see the outside world. The damage to the brain nerves cannot be recovered in a short time. The neurons that have been eaten away by the virus have to be activated slowly. It is said that too much information in the field of vision at a time is easy for his brain to process. But come and go into shock.

As a result, he turned his head and saw a figure standing not far away.His thinking is not very quick, and it takes time to coherent, so he didn't realize who it was until after staring at him for a long time.

"Lance." He said softly.

For a moment, the man in front of him was moved with sadness and joy.He was dressed in a neat formal suit, his short hair was combed carefully behind his head, the corners of his eyes and brows were still as handsome and indifferent as before, and he even put gloves on his hands again.Those embarrassed gestures due to long-term worry and pain seemed to have disappeared—but when he finally stopped this gaze, walked over slowly, half-kneeled in front of him, and held his hand carefully, Xi Riel could only see it, because of his bent posture, the slightly thin body wrapped under the clothes was clearly revealed, showing how that period of time had affected him.

Cyril couldn't express how she felt.His emotional system has recovered, his personality has been sound, and he has overcome the chaos caused by the short-term outburst of backlog emotions.Sadness, pain, tension, fear, hatred, despair... When these delayed emotions that were suppressed by the virus suddenly exploded in the chest, God knows what kind of ordeal it was.But in the end, he survived without falling into a collapse, and now it is no longer a problem to control his emotions.

But he still didn't know how to face Lance.

"Thank you for your mercy, come back to me again," the man said in a low voice, slowly kissing his fingers after looking down for a long time, "My... Your Excellency."

Probably in the past, if you heard such words, you would feel angry, because the other party was domineering and conceited, and because your independent personality was not owned by anyone.The most terrifying thing about Lance is that he regards him as his own property, with limited tolerance and unlimited control.And this was the fact that Cyril hated the most.But after experiencing such a rough and painful fate, I always feel that those stubborn thoughts have no meaning at all.He tried his best to exclude Lance from his world, so he couldn't see him, hear him, or feel him, but fate forced this person to be deeply embedded in his soul and become his soul. An indelible scar in regenerated life.

"I can, I can hear your voice," Cyril said suddenly. He paused for a long time before speaking again, with a very calm tone, "In hell, there is nothing... only your voice."

The voice of reciting the Bible, the voice of reading love poems, the voice of calling his name, and the voice of telling love over and over again.It was the only thing he could perceive the outside world for a long time.The memory kept them, the virus didn't eat them, so they came back from head to toe while everything was being repaired again.

Lance stared blankly into his eyes, unable to say anything.

"I should hate you..."

Everything you do is not my will.Everything you have paid for me is not what I asked for.I can't even tell whether your desperate help to me is your responsibility for what you think you own, or what you call love.However, no matter what, all that left deep marks and became a part of my new life. I couldn't escape, and I couldn't deny it... "But there is no other way but to accept it."

How many things has this man done that he hates so much that he wants to kill him?

The innocent died because of him, and those you cared about fell forever because of him.Conceited and arrogant, indifferent and cruel, his huge desire to control makes him hang over your life like a nightmare, he plays with you, deceives you, misleads you, ignores your will, and never even cares about your thoughts , only relying on your own preferences to dominate all your choices-what right does such a person have to be forgiven?

But he cares about your life more than anyone else.More than anyone else, I want you to be alive, safe, happy and healthy.He doesn't allow anything to threaten you, not even death.

You are tied to all his emotions, your safety is more important than his life, his love for you is really as he described - not obsessed with the appearance, nor deep in the soul, it is in you After you have lost your face and solidified your soul, you are still obsessed with your indomitable and noble.

Cyril didn't know that after experiencing all this, these psychology and emotions would be somewhat distorted, and whether it was a pathological attachment caused by the extreme environment, but he did clearly perceive this emotion and was drawn to it. It shocks, shakes, and resonates.

And the moment his words fell to the ground, Lance's eyes suddenly burst into tears.

He firmly grasped Cyril's fingers, and pressed his hands on his forehead and lips. He seemed to want to speak, but he couldn't say anything, only hot tears kept falling, and then on his hands on the sear.

This is the person he loves deeply, he wished he could cut open his chest and tear his soul, and bury him deeply so that no one could see him.His every move will have an impact on him, his every word can set off a stormy sea in his heart, every breath and heartbeat of his will deeply move him... But after such a painful and tragic story, everything Back on track, but he couldn't even reach out and touch him.He wanted to hug him tightly and kiss him hard, but he didn't even dare to reach out.

how terrible.He has forgotten what he was like in the past.He finally learns to cherish, learns to be grateful, learns to bend his spine, finally realizes that there are things in this world that he can't do anything about, finally realizes that maybe his existence will only bring troubles to those he loves, and finally understands that everything he owns is actually nothing in front of love No weight, how humble and embarrassing he has become.

But he couldn't leave him, couldn't lose him... He couldn't convince himself to leave.So he came back here again, to see his Cyril again.How could he have imagined that Cyril would say such a thing?

Am I still dreaming?

"My lord, I repent to you," said the man with tears, "I confess to you... I will kneel at your feet and become your slave...My lord, I only ask...your mercy .”

The author has something to say: 1.8

Pushing Lance like this... I think enough is enough.