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Zhou Hui didn't know why, and then followed his gaze, staring down at his fingers that were gripping the opponent's clothes, and then shook them off as if awakened after a few seconds.He rushed out suddenly, so fast and so powerful that even Gao Yuanxia's body was bounced to the ground by him.He was trembling with anger, he didn't care about anything, pointed at the man with trembling fingers and complained: "Bastard! You're playing me again!"

He glanced around blankly, was it really just a dream?Has he already lived the life he wanted?

Zhou Hui was still immersed in the loneliness in the dream and couldn't extricate himself, he was panting, the dream was long and real, as if he had really experienced it once, he can still think of the face of his wife in the dream, pale, delicate and clean , somewhat similar to the person opposite.Did he run into his dream?Or did I subconsciously substitute the people around me in my dream?

For some reason, after finally confirming that the happy life of having children was just a dream, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Han's eyes flashed a hint of sarcasm: "Isn't it your wish to grow old with your wife full of children and grandchildren? Now it has come true. So, you should have no regrets?"

"Regrets?" Zhou Hui looked puzzled, "So what if you have regrets, so what if you don't have any regrets?"

"If you still have regrets, I can let you live a few more years. If you have no regrets, come down and accompany me." After speaking, he began to walk towards Zhou Hui step by step.

The expression on the other party's face was indifferent and indifferent, not like joking at all.Zhou Hui wasn't afraid anymore, he just stood there, staring at the other party coldly: "Really? If I die, do you think I will let you go?"

Anyway, he had experienced it just now, and found that death is not so terrible. Instead of worrying about it all day, it is better to settle accounts with this person after death.As for death, he has suffered so much during this period, and his resentment is definitely no less than that of Song Han. He must be an evil ghost when he dies.

Song Han smiled sinisterly, raised his hand and squeezed his face, "Hehe, how naive. As soon as you die, I will turn you into my pet, play with it every day, and fuck you to death. That's great, When you’re alive, you can’t do anything. After you’re dead, you can do whatever you want, even…become someone you like.”

His last sentence was a mouthful, and it took Zhou Hui a long time to realize what he was referring to.

The bloody and terrifying memories of the past flooded out like a flood that opened the gate.He stood up tiredly, approached Song Han, and looked at his face quietly.In the past, he either ran away in fright, or lost all reason in anger. He had never looked at the other person's face so calmly.

Song Han didn't move a bit, he stood still and let him watch, not so much being watched, but he was staring at others.Zhou Hui stared into the calm eyes of the other party, suddenly felt that this man was inexplicable and unreasonable, and sighed: "Don't you think you are very pitiful? Did you do all this just to be with a man?"

"At least you love me, don't you?"

A distorted sense of satisfaction appeared on Song Han's face.

"..."

Zhou Hui didn't want to admit every word he said, but he still couldn't refute.

The long dream just now still remains in my mind, and I think carefully that although he lived the life he wanted in the dream, he was not happy at all, and his ulterior thoughts and secret desires troubled him all his life .

This man spent more than ten years carefully designing everything, even his own life was involved, and he did not let him go even if he was a ghost.Should he say it was his own fault?Or do you consider yourself unlucky?

He was still hesitating and hesitating, when he was pulled into a cold embrace, his back was gently supported, and his scalp was crispy.There was a low sigh in my ear: "I'm so cold."

Zhou Hui was more like a frozen popsicle, frozen there motionless.After a long time, he asked without thinking: "What is the place where you stayed for three years like?"

There was one thing he hadn't been able to figure out.The person holding him hadn't moved for a long time, so he probably didn't react. After he moved his body, he said in a low voice: "It's a hell, a hell that tortures the living."

As if some painful memory had been evoked, he frowned, his body began to tremble slightly, and he groaned in pain.I heard that the dead will be extremely painful when they recall the scene of their death, but in the illusion of the scene of the car accident, Zhou Hui can still vividly remember the scene of him running here contentedly and happily. Obviously, what makes Song Han more painful is his life experience.

When Zhou Huiguang read Mother Song's intermittent treatment diary, he felt chills all over his body, and was completely shocked by the horrified treatment process.What kind of inhuman torture should that be, so that a person can still feel pain when he remembers it after death.

The man hugged his body and slowly slid down. Zhou Hui was beside him, staring at his hideous face in pain with a complicated expression. It was covered with frost bit by bit, emitting a biting cold air.

Zhou Hui always thought that this ghost was fearless, but only today did he realize that the painful memories of his lifetime were his Achilles' heel.

He stared at the other person's gradually becoming transparent body, hesitated for a long time, then squatted down gently, and hugged him.

It's really cold.

The cold air on the opponent's body was like a leech that had found an attachment in the river, and it burrowed towards him.His body was like a water-absorbing sponge, bit by bit absorbing the cold air from the opponent's body.

Zhou Hui imitated his previous appearance, patted him on the back lightly as if comforting, and sighed: "Three years... It seems that you really have no cure."

"Oh. Do you want to know how I lived those three years?"

The voice in his ears was a little weak, and Zhou Hui remembered the contents of Song's mother's diary again, and suddenly he was a little afraid of what he said next, saying: "They love you. They want you to become a normal person and live a normal life .”

These words seemed to irritate Song Han. He pushed Zhou Hui away abruptly, and said with a sneer, "Love me? If you love me, you can take away everything about you? If you love me, you can disregard my wishes and throw me there kind of place?"

Zhou Hui was speechless.He grew up in a poor family and had low self-esteem since he was a child, especially after meeting Song Nuan, this low self-esteem lasted for more than ten years.He used to be very envious of Song Nuan, not only from a wealthy family, but also from a pair of parents who dote on their children.But his envy and inferiority gradually disappeared after reading the diary of Song Nuan's mother Song, and he began to feel a kind of sympathy and incomprehension for the Song family instead.But now there is no need to investigate who is right and who is wrong, after all, each of them has paid the price for their actions.

Song Han's pale face showed a smile of unknown meaning, as if he was studying a work of art, he stroked Zhou Hui's cheek obsessively, and tilted his head slightly: "It's really strange, no matter how I treat it, everything in my mind seems to have been washed. The same blur, only your face, which is always extremely clear, will never be erased."

His eyes were like a monster called gluttonous, greedily staring at the food in front of him, as if he was thinking about how to swallow it all in one gulp.

Zhou Hui was so frightened that his heart shuddered for a while, and he quietly moved his feet back a little, intending to turn around and rush out the door.

Song Han looked down, glanced at his feet that were ready to go, and sneered, "Are you scared again now? Do you think you can really escape me?"

Zhou Hui made a cut, and glanced behind Song Han inadvertently, then widened his eyes, stretched out his fingers tremblingly and pointed in one direction, and said in a trembling voice, "Gao Yuanxia, ​​are you alive?"

Song Han glanced back from the corner of his eye, but he still refused to turn his head to look back. Zhou Hui pointed behind him and shouted: "Run!" He lazily turned his head back in cooperation.

Gao Yuanxia was still lying on the ground without any movement.Zhou Hui seized the opportunity, opened the door and ran out.

Zhou Hui rushed out of the door, glanced at the people on the ground with a complicated expression, and then ran away without hesitation.He can't take care of him anymore, anyway, this is just an unconscious body from beginning to end, even if it survives, it is no longer the original Gao Yuanxia.

Song Han: "..."

The author has something to say: Hahaha, in order to make up enough obsessive-compulsive disorder, I divided the ending chapter into 2 chapters