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The hot and sweet summer like passionate love has passed, and the weather has started to turn cold. The bleak autumn wind swept past, blowing away Ling Yao's emotions. It is obviously not winter, but there is always a lingering chill shrouded in it He, devouring the anger in him.

Although he had taken the medicine, Ling Yao couldn't recover. He kept a low-grade fever and was groggy all day long. There was always a blurry white light in front of his eyes. It seemed that in the next second, he could see the road leading to heaven. the way.

After the prisoners came in, they needed to practice and a lot of labor, but Ling Yao was an exception.

Speaking of which, Ling Yao has become the most exception in this prison.

The prison guards speculated whether he had some kind of background, but some people simply thought that Ling Yao's pathetic look was not normal, and it was normal for him not to participate in collective labor.

Even so, it doesn't mean that Ling Yao's treatment is good.

The cell he was in was like a dormitory, with double-layer iron frame beds, and it could be seen that in other cells, all lived together.

But now, he was the only one locked up in the empty room.

Maybe it's not just one person, after all, Ling Yao always feels that there is another life co-existing with him.

He didn't make a sound, just cast his eyes on him quietly, like a melted sugar cube, sticky and long.

Ling Yao felt creepy at first, but in the end, he numbly gave up thinking.

Closing his tired, bloodshot eyes, he thought decadently, maybe it was his paranoia again.

It was shaded here, and the moldy curtains were closed all day long, and he was not in the mood to open them. He had no intention of going out of the darkness, and the sun was unwilling to visit the place for a moment, so that it could not dispel the stale smell of decay in the air.

It was as if someone had died here, silent and decadent, no obvious light came in, and day and night could not be distinguished.

The hard wooden bed was eaten by moths, and it creaked as soon as it was lying on it. Ling Yao threw the stinky blanket on the floor. He would rather shiver in a corner than let the dirt get close to him.

On such a bed, it was difficult for Ling Yao to even close his eyes, let alone fall asleep peacefully.

In the past, Zhang Fan could be said to have taken good care of him. At the beginning, he was considerate and caring to him within the scope of politeness. Later, he seemed to want to hold him in the palm of his hand. The food and clothing were all the best. Ling Yao He was also anxious, but under the long-term care, he had to get used to a good life without worrying about food and clothing.

It was this kind of meticulous and continuous gentleness that made Ling Yao even more puzzled, as if the wound on his heart was soaked in pepper water, it stimulated him.

How could such a good person suddenly disappear?Why did you suddenly not want him...Leaving him alone in this kind of place...

The chaotic thoughts, coupled with the very little sleep, put him on the verge of collapse.

He felt that he couldn't hold on any longer, and all the pain was chasing him, wrapping him tightly, unable to escape.

He sometimes even wants to jump off the stairs, he wants to know what kind of pain he will feel, whether the world he lives in is real, whether he will die, whether it will be a real relief after death, he will go to To heaven or hell...?

Ling Yao sniffed, only a faint breath came out of his nose, his haggard eyes stared at the nothingness in the sky all day long, his dry and peeling lips moved, opened and closed, and asked softly, "Do you want me?" ?”

He lay upright on the hard and cold wooden bed, his eyes filled with tears again, and the overflowing tears flowed down from both sides, soaking his temples, his cheeks were cold, he felt as if he saw Zhang Fan's face in the air Shadow, was frowning, angry at what he just said.

Although he knew it was an illusion, he still smiled.

He finally forced himself to recognize the vague facts, and realized that Zhang Fan was not the innocent and handsome gentleman in his heart.

His deceit, his betrayal, his departure...all made him feel pain in his heart.

He thought he had found a lifelong support, but now, he was alone again, and even ended up in such a bleak end.

That's right, murder pays for his life, his future is uncertain, and he can only stay in this prison to waste his life in the future.

Is such a life worthwhile?He smiled wryly and closed his eyes fiercely, a sore pain stung his eyes.

If he hadn't broken up with Fang Xin...if he had listened to Fang Xin well, he wouldn't be so extreme...they could still be together and live the not-so-luxury but stable life before.

Confessing now, he only blames himself for being cowardly and incompetent. He shouldn't be greedy for Zhang Fan's warmth and dream about the love that doesn't belong to him, not to mention that this love has become ridiculous and illusory at this time.

He didn't even know what Zhang Fan was. Could all the past between them be his fantasy?

There was a sudden pain in the neck, as if being grabbed by a big hand, Ling Yao opened his mouth wide, desperately absorbing the oxygen in the air.

His throat was held tightly, as long as the other party wanted to, he could die in the next second.