don't come near me anymore

help me!

Is there anyone who can help me!

Is anyone there……

help me……

Ye Qiao slammed on the door. He thought that Gu Xingzhi was probably angry with him. It was impossible for him not to remember how afraid he was of the dark. He slammed on the door to get Gu Xingzhi's response.

His palms slapped painfully but he didn't get any response. He retreated a little scared, but it was like a bathtub, another semi-enclosed space, he had no way to retreat, but he didn't dare to move again.

For him, there are always many unknowns hidden in the darkness, and a hand will emerge from every corner to pull him, hold him, and drag him into the abyss of despair. He feels that he is gradually unable to breathe, palpitations and suffocation.

Gu Xingzhi has always been sympathetic in his actions, but today he seems to be malicious, and he is satisfied only if he is forced to death.

He pulled the main gate of the house, and the bathroom light couldn't be turned on. Ye Qiao held the doorknob and felt fear like vines climbing and spreading from the soles of his feet, leaving marks on every inch of his skin.

he wants to go out...

he's going out...

let him out!

"Gu Xingzhi! You open the door! You let me out!"

Ye Qiao held on to the doorknob, knocked hard on the door, and slammed on it.

What made him feel desperate was that he was certain that Gu Xingzhi had done something outside to prevent the door from being opened.But what does Gu Xingzhi want him to do? Do he admit his mistake, or explain it, no, no, he is only satisfied if he kills himself, Gu Xingzhi is a lunatic, a lunatic through and through!

He felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, as if he was in a space where the air was being gradually sucked out. Everywhere in the bathroom was a demon that wanted to kill him. It was dim and invisible. He groped and was afraid. I have no strength.

he was wrong...

For whatever reason, he was wrong...

"Gu Xingzhi, you lied to me."

Ye Qiao leaned against the wall, slumped down and sat on the ground, with his hands against the bathtub, but a strange fear suddenly appeared in his heart, he always felt that there was someone in the bathtub, half of his body was hanging on the edge, looking straight at him, taunt him.

Leaning his head against the wall, he felt the air gradually thinning.

Gu Xingzhi lied...

He thought, and felt that he had no strength.

He didn't want to sleep. Fear kept him awake, but his consciousness was gradually blurring. He vaguely saw Gu Xingzhi walking towards him. A man who was nearly 1.9 meters lowered his head shyly and walked towards him with some anxiety. Holding roses in their hands, everyone around them was looking at them, not blessing or even mocking them, Ye Qiao heard the hostility and ridicule in those whispers and was about to pull Gu Xingzhi away.

But he stood stubbornly and stubbornly, looked around and even said to him solemnly: "Xiaoye, I think I have lived for 18 years, and I have everything, but I am not happy enough. I didn't know why before. I just felt that I was too greedy, but now it suddenly seems that it is only because of the lack of you."

He knelt down on one knee, and awkwardly took out a small square box, took out the ring and handed it to Ye Qiao.

"Why don't you bring it to me?"

Ye Qiao asked him, Gu Xingzhi lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him, he just looked down at the ground, Ye Qiao raised his hand and smoothed his carefully arranged hair, squatted down, pulled his left hand over, and put the ring on his ring finger .

"Hurry up and bring it to me and then hurry up and go."

Ye Qiao stretched out his hand.

However, in a blink of an eye, there was no Gu Xingzhi in front of him, nor was there any crowd of onlookers.

The cold air pierced his nostrils, he woke up for a moment, and looked in front of him again.

……

Where is there someone else?

nobody.

nobody……

Gu Xingzhi always lied to people.

Ye Qiao suddenly laughed, with the desolation and helplessness of the impermanence of the world and the fickleness of people's hearts.