worn after Zha Shouzuo's death

Confusion, pain, cramping.

The soul seemed to be pulled out of the limbs, and then ravaged into a ball, and then smashed into pieces.

In the void, Song Ci even heard the sound of his dying breath, which was heavier and harder than the last.

His throat seemed to be overflowing with blood, he couldn't speak, he could only taste the bloody smell.

Song Ci was like a piece of paper blown away by the wind. The strong wind swept him and lifted him high into the sky. Looking down, he couldn't see anything clearly, it was a vast expanse of whiteness.

Tens of thousands of hands surged forward, reaching out and tearing at his body, as if they wanted to tear him into pieces.

--It hurts.

It's so painful.

Song Ci's breathing gradually became rapid, and the air sucked back into his abdominal cavity, causing him to convulse violently and tremble.

The sharp pain reached a peak, all internal organs were squeezed to the extreme, twisted and uncomfortable, Song Cihuo thought chaotically: Let me go, let me die...I can't take it anymore...

As soon as the pain that bound him was lightened, he seemed to be slightly relieved, and his soul flew over the long wind and the sky, curling up to a higher distance.

The sky is full of light, mixed with traces of orange red, like a newborn sunrise, full of vitality.

Song Ci was tempted irresistibly, as if he knew that as long as he got close to it and passed through it, all the long and long pain would disappear, he tried his best to stretch out his bloody hand toward that ray of light——

But at this moment, a voice pierced through the clouds, thick and powerful, like an explosion on the ground, and the voice called eagerly: "Song Ci!"

Song Ci paused, and looked back blankly, but couldn't see anything clearly.

Who is calling him?

The voice sounded again, for some reason, this time, it was trembling: "Song Ci...!"

Who is this guy?Why does the voice sound so familiar?Even made him... palpitations?

Song Ci stopped moving forward, thinking hard about this question, after a long while, he couldn't help but took a step back.

The wind pushed his back and sent him forward.

The next moment, as if he had stepped on a thousand-foot abyss with empty feet, he threw himself forward uncontrollably, at a faster and faster speed, and finally he fell back to the ground fiercely.

……

Song Ci suddenly opened his eyes, and sat up from the bed like a frightened rabbit.

The person standing on the side who was struggling to sleep while supporting his forehead stood up reflexively, and reached out to pat Song Ci on the back: "Xiao Ci, how do you feel now?"

Song Ci was panting heavily, his eyes were slack, and it took him a long time to regain his sobriety, and then he looked up, only to be stunned.

He had never seen Ji Huai like this before.

Ji Huai was wearing a crumpled silver-gray shirt with folded sleeves, which was very messy, but his eyes were full of light blue-black, and there were a little bit of blue stubble on his chin.

The whole person is extremely relaxed, far from his usual cold and meticulous appearance.

Song Ci turned his head to look at the surrounding environment again, and made sure that he was in the hospital.

His eyes turned around and finally landed on Ji Huai again.

Ji Huai had already rang the nurse's bell, then looked down at him, and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Song Ci shook his head.

He remembered that the last scene before he passed out was a car crashing into it, going the wrong way.

After that there is no consciousness.

The nurse rushed over to examine Song Ci, asked some questions, and said that he was recovering well.

——Thanks to Shan Yangxia, his car was so expensive for a reason. The two cars collided, and the front of the car on the other side collapsed, but his car was only slightly deformed, and at the end At the critical moment, the airbag popped out, protecting Song Ci's important parts.

Song Ci was not seriously injured.

After the nurse left, Song Ci looked at Ji Huai, his Adam's apple rolled up and down slightly: "Have you...always been with me these days?"

Ji Huai reached out and rubbed his hair: "When you were unconscious...you kept calling my name."

Song Ci's situation is very strange. He obviously didn't suffer any serious injuries, but he just couldn't wake up. This situation has been maintained intermittently for three days. Minutes, until Ji Huai was awakened and came to hold his hand to comfort him, after which Song Ci would slowly fall back into a deep sleep.

Song Ci remembered the dream he had, he paused for a moment, stretched out his arms to hug Ji Huai's waist without saying a word, breathing heavily: "I had a very long nightmare."

Ji Huai patted his back lightly again and again, his voice was soft: "It's okay, you've woken up now."

"Yeah," Song Ci smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, he said slowly, "I'm already awake."

Ji Huai: "Is there anything you want to eat?"

"I don't have much appetite." Song Ci hugged him tightly, as if he was afraid that Ji Huai would disappear if he let go, "I just want to stay with you for a while."

Ji Huai's eyebrows and eyes did not move: "Okay, then tell me when you want to eat."

Song Ci raised his head: "Ji Huai..."

The expression on Ji Huai's face was faint: "Huh?"

Song Ci hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "If... I mean if, if I really died in a car accident..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Huai interrupted him forcefully: "There will be no such if."

Song Ci closed his mouth.

Ji Huai's brows and eyes were gloomy, as if covered by a layer of dark clouds, a sharp and violent aura suddenly erupted from his body, so heavy that it seemed to be able to crush people to death.

But that was just a short moment.

All the emotions that were exposed were covered up under the unsettled deep sea, and were deeply hidden.

Ji Huai looked down at Song Ci: "Don't think wildly."

Song Ci only felt a bitterness in his heart, and his anxiety was like a sword hanging around his neck, which might fall down at any time.

He nodded and forced a smile: "Okay."

"Song Ci," Ji Huai called his name, he lowered his eyes, his black eyes were like the churning sea in the dark night, but his voice was calm, "Why didn't you ask?"

Song Ci hadn't reacted yet: "What do I want to ask?"

Ji Huai: "Ask you about the car accident. Who hit you? Was it an accident? If not, has that person been brought to justice?"

Ji Huai's voice was very soft, but each word struck his heart like a heavy stone: "Why are you not curious about anything, and even made a death hypothesis about the car accident after waking up?"

Song Ci was startled, and the eyes that were looking at Ji Huai suddenly moved away, and he said in a panic, "I... I forgot... I... I was too frightened..."

For some reason, Song Ci didn't want to tell Ji Huai about the garden and dream at all.

He was very flustered, and since the signing incident, he had always had an extremely strong sense of foreboding.

And he kept convincing himself forcefully that it was all fake.

But the falling chandelier, the dead cat, and the car accident that followed were like an extremely sharp knife, completely piercing his self-deception and revealing his naked and cruel inside.

For so many days, he thought over and over again, every sentence, every word, and even every expression on the little monk's face, all of which were replayed thousands of times in his mind, and then he thought of concentric stone.

That weird old lady said - buy a pair, maybe you'll need them someday.

In fairy tales, the knight traveled through countless worlds just to pick the pure flower that symbolizes love, but in the end he almost lost his way back, and he found the right way back by relying on this stone.

So what can Song Ci use it for?

What did the old woman want to do by giving him this?

Could it be that the ending has already been pre-determined? During the time when they were most affectionate and carefree, the devil standing behind fate cast his eyes on them, showing them a cold and treacherous look... Smile?

Is it because behind all the laughter and kisses, a countdown clock has been hung above their heads, counting their happy time every minute?

Poisonous vines spread quietly in the dark night, happiness and pain are twin flowers, one side of the flower is spring breeze and drizzle, and the other side is squalling rain.

——They were tightly intertwined and grew together, but Song Ci only noticed the sweetness and smile, but he didn't know that the sinister and dark flower was also eaten by him, and injected chronic poison into his heart. medicine.

Now is the time to get poisoned.

In the end, he didn't know why he came here at all. He lived in the identity of others and enjoyed other people's lives. Although he changed the direction of everything, he still couldn't change this fact.

He stole it all.

Including Ji Huai.

How could this not make him terrified?

The disaster of killing one's body... Why did it appear on the lottery of the big murder together with Yuyuan Jingmeng? Song Ci thought for a long time, but he could only come to the conclusion that he should return everything.

So he was not surprised by this accident.

Who knew, but Ji Huai couldn't help but turn his face straight, staring fixedly into his eyes, a scarlet flashed in the depths of his eyes: "You're lying."

Song Ci didn't even think about it: "I didn't—"

"Then why did you tell Hua Manman that you were going to die?" Ji Huai's voice was extremely cold, "After you finished speaking, you were in a car accident, and when you woke up, how dare you assume that you would die in this car accident? Song Ci, what do you think of me? Why can a small assistant get your trust and confidance casually, but you only cover up and change the subject when you are with me? Am I not even as good as an assistant?!"

His tone was urgent and fast, and his emotions were as intense as a raging fire, and like an ice blade, piercing straight into Song Ci's heart.

It just makes people feel cold.

Song Ci was embarrassed for a moment, it was because all the disguises were hit in one hit, hitting the heart.

He trembled his lips: "No..."

not like this.

"I'm here to tell you the truth." Ji Huai approached him inch by inch, feeling full of oppression, "On the first day you were in a coma, someone sent me a message saying that you were lying to me from the beginning to the end, There is not a single word of truth, if I don't believe it, I can ask your real origin to see if you will hesitate and panic."

Song Ci suddenly raised his head and looked at him.

Ji Huai looked at him straight, with sharp eyes: "I can't trust a stranger, I only trust you, whatever you say here today, I will believe whatever, Song Ci, do you dare to say it?"

——A long time ago, before Song Ci secretly kissed him at night, what did he mean when he said "every night, I wait to see you, and I don't go to sleep until after watching you"?

What the hell is he hiding from him?

From Song Ci's appearance until now, he is like a gust of wind to Ji Huai, a variable that can never be detected.

He has no past and no future.

Ji Huai just wanted to do his best to grasp his present moment.

But Song Ci didn't want him to find out even now.

Ji Huai had never felt so powerless.

He had never hated himself so much for not being strong enough and not giving Song Ci a sense of security.

During the three days when Song Ci was in a coma, Ji Huai thought over and over again, almost driving himself into a corner, almost going crazy.