What kind of experience is it to be stared at by the male god captain [Interstellar]

Song Yin regained consciousness first, and he almost couldn't wait to open his eyes.

However, the eyes are still a familiar darkness.

The corners of Song Yin's raised mouth froze suddenly, and then slowly pursed into a straight line.

He suddenly took a deep breath, as if he was about to suffocate——

Then the corners of his mouth opened again, and a meaningless laughter came out of his throat, which sounded extremely depressing in the empty room...

It was his hallucination again.

Hallucinations made it difficult for him to tell what was real and what was not.It also made him unable to distinguish what was his cranky thinking and what was his true inner thoughts.That memory was obviously so real, so real that he could recall every detail, but it was still fake.

He was locked in this dark basement, spending his days like years, in a daze, and the time of unconsciousness was far more than the time of waking every day.He didn't know how long it had passed, maybe three days hadn't passed.Let's talk about the length of half a month.

But these days, even when it was the most difficult time, Song Yin never thought of giving up even once when she had her head broken and her body covered in injuries.But now, when he opened his eyes and found that everything just now was still his illusion, the huge gap in his heart at this moment made him clearly feel the sourness in his eyes.

He's not weak, but that doesn't mean his heart isn't made of flesh, so it won't hurt.A person's ability to bear is limited, and once that limit is reached, no matter how determined a person is, he will collapse and go crazy, and even react more strongly than ordinary people.

—he should probably give up.He has already died once, this is an extra time, he should be content, why bother to be attached to anything?

Life and death are between breaths.

The sound of the door lock came from the dark place, disturbing Song Yin's thoughts.

Song Yin suddenly woke up like a dream, only to realize that she had just fallen into hallucinations again.He never thought of giving up that much, let alone dying.

He jumped up violently, but heard the crisp sound of metal colliding. Song Yin turned his head and saw a little light in the darkness. He found that one of his hands was firmly handcuffed to the head of the bed.

Song Yin tried to struggle hard, but it was all in vain, and the handcuffs did not budge.

At this time, the sound of the door lock being opened clearly came from the darkness.

Song Yin's body stiffened by conditioned reflex, he lay back on the bed, closed his eyes and pretended not to wake up.

He heard light footsteps approaching him, just when he thought that the other party wanted to do something while he was unconscious, but the other party stopped by the bed, and then did not move.

Song Yin didn't move either, quietly waiting for the opponent's next move, but the opponent gradually didn't move.

Lying on the bed, he suddenly felt a great sense of fatigue in his body and mind, and then he fell asleep unconsciously.

"Song Yin."

He heard someone calling him, like a voice he was familiar with.

Song Yin opened her mouth unconsciously to respond: "...what's wrong?"

"It's alright, go to sleep."

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In a hazy state of consciousness, Song Yin heard someone calling his name again, the voice was hoarse, impatient, but familiar...

Song Yin knew it was a hallucination, he didn't even open his eyes.

A hand suddenly pinched his chin, with cold fingers, and stroked his bloodless lips.

Song Yin's body trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.