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Mother Jian rushed forward, banging on the door and shouting outside, but to no avail. In the end, she had no choice but to ask the servant to bring the spare key.

When she opened the door and saw the scene inside, Mother Jian's pupils shrank and her whole body became cold.

The things inside seemed to have been rudely rummaged through for a long time, and were thrown everywhere. Later, they seemed to become more and more irritable and out of control, and they almost became smashed.

The tall man looked like a terrifying trapped beast, his eyes were scarlet.

"Jian Heng!"

Mother Jian shook her voice, "What are you doing?!"

Jian Heng paused, put down the ashtray, and looked over. His face was frighteningly white, and his eyes were strangely red.

Mother Jian's heart ached twice. She walked over and said as gently as possible to Jian Heng, who was in a very unstable mood: "What happened? Why are you losing your temper?"

Jian Heng's breathing was heavy, and he took a few deep breaths before he managed to calm his mind.

He tried his best to lower his voice and looked at Mother Jian earnestly, pleading with a hint of sadness: "Have you seen the photo I put under the pillow?"

Jian's mother was stunned and couldn't keep up with Jian Heng's thinking. "No, what kind of photo? Do you want me to ask someone to look for it together?"

She breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that only the photo was missing.

But soon Jian Heng would realize that it was too early to relax.

"I've been looking for it for a long time, but it's not there!"

"I remember, I put it under the pillow. There is no way it disappeared for no reason."

"I take it out and look at it every day. How could I lose it..."

Jian Heng's words were incoherent, and his eyes were so red that they were about to drip with inexplicable hot liquid. His nerves were on the verge of collapse, and he looked at her as if asking for help.

Jian's mother was stiff, looking at Jian Heng who was mumbling randomly, as if she would lose control in the next second.

She tried to lower her voice as softly as possible, "Then tell me what the photo looks like. It's possible that the clumsy servant lost your photo. Can I help you look for it? You will always find it."

The expression on the restless man's face seemed to be frozen. He held his head and thought hard, trying desperately, ignoring the bone-chilling pain in his head. The scary thing was that it was still blank.

"I, I can't remember..." Jian Heng lowered his head and roared in pain, like a desperate beast, his voice was hoarse, and tears fell down his cold face one by one, "I don't I know...I don't know..."

As he spoke, he hit his head with his hands with great force. The dull sound made Jane's mother tremble with fear.

Mother Jian quickly took the man's hand and stopped him from such self-harming actions. When she found her son in this state, she couldn't help but feel a sore tip of her nose, "Okay, okay, if I can't remember it, I won't..."

"It won't work..." Jian Heng sobbed in pain, like a homeless child, with a hoarse voice and tears streaming down his face, murmuring almost absentmindedly: "I have to remember."

He was like a lost child, bewildered, panicked and helpless.

After a nap later, Jian Heng's mood gradually stabilized. Seeing Jian's mother's hesitant expression, he went to comfort her instead.

"That photo..." Jane's mother now feels a little scared when she thinks of the man's crazy look looking for the photo, as if the evil dragon has lost his most precious treasure.

Jian Heng said calmly: "Just throw it away."

Jian's mother was still worried and wanted to ask a lot of questions, but Jian Heng looked like this and couldn't ask. In the end, she could only sigh softly.Later, Jian Heng returned to his normal appearance, as if what happened last time was just an illusion.

He ate normally and couldn't eat normally. Except for his increasingly thin face, so the black and blue under his eyes became thicker and thicker, he looked just like usual.

At first, Jane's mother thought things would gradually get worse, but when she saw her son becoming more and more silent, he finally understood that she was still too optimistic.

But Jian Heng thought that he was very normal. Every time Jian's mother looked at him with tears in her eyes, he would comfort her in turn.

He said calmly, I was just too tired and I would be fine in a few days.

After saying this for a long time, he himself believed it.

It's just that the dream was a little annoying.

He always dreamed of a person, but could never see clearly what that person looked like. He only knew that her figure was very thin and looked so fragile, like fine porcelain, that he didn't even dare to touch her.

She always said nothing and was quiet.

Jian Heng asked her, what is your name?
She was silent, just stretched out her hand and gently touched his face. The moment her fingertips touched his face, huge pain rushed through his chest, and his slightly trembling hands became cold, and he I could feel my teeth chattering faintly.

The hand that touched him was very gentle, tracing his outline in detail. Jian Heng had to grit his teeth hard and hold back the sobs in his throat.

Someone seemed to sigh vaguely in the air, and then the hand caressing him slowly left.

A suffocating feeling of panic rushed over her face, and Jian Heng stretched out her hand in panic.

But before he even had time to touch it, the person in front of him became transparent like a bubble until it disappeared.

The dull pain made his heart palpitate to the point where it almost stopped beating. Panic and fear were like barbs wrapped around the apex of his heart, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He opened his mouth and wanted to call out the person's name, but it was like a sharp stone was stuck in his throat.

His inability to speak turned into heart-wrenching wails.

Jian Heng woke up in the middle of the night and sat up like a corpse. What he saw was pitch black. The veins on the side of Jian Heng's neck and forehead popped out. His eyes were blood red. The air he sucked into his lungs was mixed with blood. The ice melted into the blood, causing sharp pain all over his body.

He subconsciously touched the pillow and felt something cold.

Should not be.

I should know her, I should know her name...

How could I forget her?
He stood up and slapped his head hard. Then when it was not enough, he hit his head against the hard and cold wall.

It was as if there was no pain.

After coming here for a long time, the only sound in the room was his heavy and slow breathing, his back was wet with cold sweat, and his tall body was curled up.

Warm liquid flowed down from his forehead. Jian Heng could hardly breathe. His breathing became more and more rapid, his brain was so painful that he was dizzy, his heart was tightly entangled, and his whole body was shaking with pain.

How could he forget her?
how come?
How dare you?
The paranoid and vicious questions over and over again poked at his nerves, making it impossible for him to forgive himself.

There will be an extra chapter soon, and this book will be finished.