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His thoughts turned back to the day when Zhang Fan confessed to him.

Zhang Fan's eyes drooped slightly, as if he wanted to confess to him with endless sadness.

"Did you forget? I'm the one who loved you from the beginning to the end." Zhang Fan's eyes were filled with pity, and he stroked his fluffy hair. His eyes wandered, as if he was recalling the scene of that day, with a sad expression.

"You crashed your car to save me. But...you lost your memory after that."

At that time, Ling Yao felt that this must be a joke, but Zhang Fan was not such a boring person, and his expression was unprecedentedly serious, so he could not have half a doubt under such circumstances.

But did he really lose his memory?no?He began to recall his past, but found to his horror that his memories seemed to be being erased bit by bit with an eraser.

Zhang Fan's voice continued, "Because the relationship between us has never been recognized, so after you lost your memory, you started to fantasize that you have successfully come out of the closet, and you have a fellow who is accepted by your family...that is Fang Xin."

He raised his head abruptly, as if he was finally unable to bear the emotions he had suppressed for a long time, but he was afraid of frightening Ling Yao, who was already mentally fragile, so he had to release it little by little, expressing his unwillingness and helplessness to Ling Yao.

Dense cold sweat oozes from his back, Ling Yao thinks about it with fear, indeed, he can't believe that he came out successfully, why did his conservative parents agree with him?What scares him even more is that he can't remember when he met Fang Xin, nor can he remember their confession and the days when they established their relationship.

This statement made him unbelievable at first, but now, he began to waver.

He instantly felt that life was so absurd, as if God had played a joke on him.

What was it that blinded him in the past?Why is his memory so messy?How to judge the authenticity of friends and lovers in his consciousness?

He seemed to be dreaming but not dreaming, half awake but not awake, he seemed to be unable to tell whether he was in the real world or not.

Sure enough... as the doctor said, he is mentally ill, that's why he is like this, without the complete memory and living ability that a normal person should have.

He accepted the idea decadently.

But Zhang Fan is still encouraging him, destroying his illusions, and then really being with him.

Ling Yao is like a puppet, he can only rely on him and listen to him.

Because he has lost his goal and direction, and Zhang Fan is his only source of security. Subconsciously, he believes in Zhang Fan's love.

As for Zhang Fan, it seems that he has evaporated from the world, and there is no trace or shadow of him in the world.

This thought made Ling Yao lose his mind completely, lost his direction, and almost let his madness go.

"Where is Zhang Fan! I want to see him! Let him bail me out!" Ling Yao's voice unconsciously carried a crying tone, and he spit out the name in a weak and hoarse voice.

"Zhang Fan?" The policeman who drove the car didn't want to pay attention to a mental patient, but when he heard the familiar name, he was still thoughtful and chatted casually with colleagues around him, but Ling Yao listened to him verbatim.

"Isn't Zhang Fan the young boss of the chaebol the year before last. The car accident was quite a big deal at that time, and our bureau sent a lot of people to it. Anyway, it's a pity. The young Gao Fushuai just died like this."

Ling Yao's body was as stiff as if he had been acupunctured. He turned his head mechanically, staring at the policeman's mouth without blinking.All the surrounding voices fell silent at this moment, only the harsh words he said could be heard.

dead - dead?

The brain instantly lost the ability to think, and all the lines that he thought had begun to become clear began to blur again.

Then, he suddenly laughed again, with hot tears falling down, he inadvertently looked down at his hands, and vaguely saw black and red blood staining his entire palm, just like that day.

Only that day, Zhang Fan's embrace and gentleness came to soothe his restless heart.

But now?The policeman said he was dead—huh—and who was around him?

Now, when he needed him most, he was nowhere to be found.

Whether it is right or wrong, by now, he can no longer stick to his trust in Zhang Fan.

After being taken away by the police, he developed a fever.

It's just a pity that no one will care about him as meticulously as Zhang Fan.

Even, he was soon brought to court.

The doctor's judgment is that there is a slight psychological disorder, but it is not in the category of mental illness.

So he was sentenced.

When he was taken into prison by the prison guards, he was still sick and groggy.

There were many prisoners who were practicing on the road, and they all looked at him with contempt or lewd eyes.

They finally saw a young man with thin skin and tender flesh, which aroused their repressed tyranny, and they already had evil thoughts in their hearts.

These malicious eyes gave Ling Yao the illusion that he was completely exhausted.

Finally, he was thrown into a cell.

The iron door was slowly closed, blocking his eyes from looking at the light, and making his eyes dark and lifeless.

The sound of locking the iron door was very loud, and Ling Yao's heart finally sank, realizing that he had lost his freedom.

The heavy lock was also locked on his heart.

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