I'm just rotten

8,

Cheng Hao is afraid of ghosts. ——Zhai Qixiao knew it clearly.

From the fact that he can scare Cheng Hao so much that he doesn't dare to sleep alone by brewing a few ghost stories, and he took the initiative to find him to rub the bed, it can be seen that Cheng Hao is really, really afraid of ghosts.

He sometimes thinks that his original body has died, and now he wakes up again with another identity... Is he a ghost possessed by other people?

Thinking of this, Zhai Qixiao's gaze would darken.

Cheng Hao will be afraid of him.

Zhai Qixiao thought sadly.But he didn't want to lie to Cheng Hao.He is him, and he wants Cheng Hao to have a complete self.

Even if he was afraid that Cheng Hao would avoid him because of this, he still had to muster up the courage to speak out.

The moment he said it, time seemed to stand still.

As expected, he saw Cheng Hao's dumbfounded expression.

His heart was beating so fast it almost burst out of his chest.

Every moment is so difficult, as if there is a fire burning.

In an instant, all kinds of thoughts mixed with the torrent of emotion came rushing in, feeling uneasy and anxious... Cheng Hao stared at him motionlessly, as if he wanted to look straight into his heart.

The restless thoughts that were deeply hidden seemed to be exposed, and there was nowhere to hide.He almost wanted to run away at that moment, but he forcibly controlled his actions and stayed in place stiffly.

Finally, he saw Cheng Hao stretch out his hand slowly, and his slender fingers gently touched his cheek.

Then, Cheng Hao's beautiful eyes widened slightly, and after a few seconds, he whispered, "It's hot."

Zhai Qixiao felt the warmth coming from his face, as if he was extremely nervous, he held his breath involuntarily.

Cheng Hao looked at the familiar face in front of him that he could see day and night, and the owner of the face was looking back at him with a worried expression.Gradually, the cautious eyes overlapped with the eyes of Zhai Jian in memory, and a warm and nostalgic feeling slowly flooded Cheng Hao's heart.

At the same time, there is also a full sense of unbelievable feeling that follows.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something, and his eyes flickered.

If Zhai Qixiao is Zhai Jian, then...

Cheng Hao's eyes widened slightly, and the nostalgic light flickered gently in the dark eyes that were looking at him motionlessly in front of him.

Gradually, something became clear in his heart.

——So, is that so?

——It turns out...is this how you feel about me?

There is still an unbelievable feeling in my heart, but this person is indeed standing in front of me.

With such nostalgic eyes, he looked at himself anxiously.

Like fear of being abandoned.

In an instant, Cheng Hao's mind flashed through Zhai Jian's red eye circles and tight mouth corners when he left that year. Suddenly, it seemed that there was a soft place in his heart that was gently touched.

Involuntarily, his eyes softened, and he looked into Zhai Qixiao's slightly twinkling pupils.

"Don't be afraid," he said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Zhai Qixiao seemed to be taken aback, and in an instant, ripples appeared in his eyes.

Then, as if mustering up his courage, Zhai Qixiao slowly raised his hand to touch his face, covering his five fingers bit by bit.

Zhai Qixiao's hands are very slender and warm.

Cheng Hao was stunned for a moment, and the sudden heat brought him back to his senses, only to realize that his hand hadn't been taken off the opponent's face.

Suddenly, the roots of his ears felt hot, and he felt a little embarrassed in his heart, and wanted to withdraw his hand.

Unexpectedly, the moment he withdrew his hand, Zhai Qixiao immediately sensed his shivering, and squeezed him tightly.

"Cheng Hao..." Zhai Qixiao's eyes were bright, as if full of stars.

Cheng Hao was stared at so intently that even the grasped hand seemed to be scalded, and it burned to his heart bit by bit along the touched place.

"You..." Cheng Hao opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, and his mind went blank at some point.

After Zhai Qixiao called his name in a low voice, she couldn't help but stared at him fixedly, as if seriously savoring the rare expression on his face.

Cheng Hao's current performance made him both happy and ashamed, and something was surging in his heart, which made him feel hot all over.

In the next second, he couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed forward, with a force that wanted to imprison him for a lifetime, and hugged the person in front of him tightly in his arms.

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I am very afraid of ghosts.However, when you think that the ghost is you, it seems not so scary.

9,

Cheng Hao didn't tell Zhai Qixiao, but secretly found the photos of the car accident that year on the Internet.

Although the face of the deceased was mosaiced, Cheng Haoguang recognized who the deceased was just by looking at his body.

Although he had made several mental preparations in advance, the moment he saw the thin figure lying in a pool of blood in the photo, the feeling of being stabbed in the heart still swept over him severely.

He couldn't help shaking, and he could barely hold the mouse with his hand.

"Zhai...Jian."

he whispered.

On the computer desk in front of him, there was a group photo of the two of them.

There are two people in the photo. In comparison, one looks tall and straight, while the other looks thin and weak.

They are close together, one is looking at the camera intently, while the other is looking at the people around him tenderly.

Before he knew it, his vision had blurred.