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He watched horror movies all night alone.

Very happy, the spirit has been in a state of excitement.

It's just that if you look at it alone, something is missing.

Yan Ran hadn't sent him a message for almost two months.

Are you really that angry?
Is there no news after so long?
He never thought of taking the initiative to find Yan Ran.

What is Yan Ran?Why did he bow his head first?

If you have the guts, never come to him.

He raised his head and took a big sip of coffee to suppress the anger and resentment that was about to rush up his throat.

He finally got a good night's sleep that day.

Also had a dream.

In fact, Yan Ran seldom took the initiative to kiss him, at most he hugged and held hands.

Yan Ran's lips are very light in color, and the curvature of the lips is very beautiful, and a smile is captivating.

The red mole on the tip of the nose is bright and eye-catching.

Her relative's movements always had a sense of unfamiliarity, her eyelashes trembled violently, as if she was too shy to look directly into his eyes.

The sweetness and warmth between his lips and teeth made him obsessed.

Let his mind go blank, just want to be more ruthless, and more ruthless.

……

When he woke up in the morning and felt the disgusting reaction from himself, he became a little annoyed.

Picking up the phone, the screen was empty, without Yan Ran's call or message.

The dream is entangled endlessly, but the reality is cold and cold.

This feeling of being restrained by something made him feel restless, and brought him a sense of oppression and restraint that suffocated him.

Standing in front of the huge full-length mirror, the tailored white suit made his figure taller and straighter, his handsome face with a fake smile, it was ugly as hell.

The people next to him kept praising.

"Miss Lin, you and your husband are really talented and beautiful, and this wedding dress is as if it was tailor-made for you."

"Yes, Miss Lin, you must be the most beautiful bride tomorrow."

There were two blushes on Lin Yiran's face, and the joy and happiness that could not be concealed were revealed in his eyes.

At night, he sat on the bed, tossing and turning sleeplessly.

He was going to get engaged soon, didn't Yan Ran do anything?

Did Yan Ran really watch him marry another woman?
He picked up the phone and looked at the chat records that hadn't changed. His heart felt heavy, as if he was being dragged down by some heavy object.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to suppress the uneasiness spreading in his heart, and took two more sleeping pills than usual before he could fall asleep.

The engagement banquet took place as scheduled.

People coming and going, all kinds of blessings.

He didn't see the person he had been waiting for.

Lin Yiran was chatting with his friends, he was bored and irritable dealing with those unfamiliar guests.

After finally having a chance to catch his breath, he casually asked Lin Yiran.

"Is everyone here?"

Lin Yiran said, "It's all here."

He was a little displeased, and pursed his lips, "Then why didn't Yan Ran come?"

Lin Yiran was taken aback for a moment, and his expression suddenly became very strange, complicated and suspicious, as if he heard something he didn't understand.

He was puzzled by Lin Yiran's reaction.

After a while, Lin Yiran seemed to calm down, she first asked: "Don't you know?"

He frowned. "What should I know?"

Lin Yiran saw that his reaction was indeed not pretending, and his expression suddenly became more indescribable.

"Yan Ran, she... is dead."

Anger suddenly burned, and he almost shouted in a low voice, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Lin Yiran was taken aback, with an embarrassing expression, biting her lip, tears in her eyes.

"How can you curse her?"

He had no idea how terrifying his appearance was at the moment, his eyes were gloomy, his handsome features were filled with coldness, and there was a sort of sick and violent dark glow in the depths of his eyes.

Lin Yiran's face turned pale, her slender body shuddered quietly, her eyes changed from panic to stinging pain, "I didn't curse her! Yan Ran died a month and a half ago, I always thought you knew about it."

He calmed down, his face full of sarcasm, and his tone was affirmative, "Impossible."

How could Yan Ran be dead?
This joke made him laugh, with a cold smile, every word.

"Do you think you can fool me?"

"Only a fool would believe it."

"You and Yan Ran are in the same group, right? Do you think I'll believe you if you say that? How childish."

Lin Yiran took a deep breath, picked up the phone, searched for something, and placed it in front of him.

On the screen of the mobile phone, there are a few large and clear characters written in bold black font.

[Grief!Yan Mou died at the age of 24 while saving a drowning little girl. 】

Every time he read a word, his pupils dilated.

At this time, the heart seemed to start to run abnormally, and the forehead was beating wildly, and there were bursts of pain.

The voice in the ear seemed to be separated by a thick layer of membrane, everything became so illusory, and the strong and strange feeling of uneasiness was so powerful that they didn't even give them a chance to breathe.

His eyes became numb, and his limbs and joints began to fail. He muttered to himself, as if he didn't understand.

"how could be……"

again and again.

Lin Yiran sensed something was wrong with him, "Fu Ji, what's wrong with you?"

He turned around, and as soon as he took a step, his tall body fell down like a hill.

His ears seemed to be deaf, and he couldn't hear any sound.

Keep your eyes open for those who panicked.

In a trance, I seemed to see someone standing not far away, isolating those people of all kinds.

She was wearing a white suit with a bright rose pinned to her chest.

Her amber-colored eyes were rippling with a touching soft light, and the sun shone on her body, making her pale and transparent.

Yan Ran looked at him with a smile on his face, that gaze was so reluctant to part, it contained too many emotions.

This time, he could hear voices.

But only Yan Ran could hear it.

Yan Ran was so far away from him, but the voice seemed to be close to his ears.

"Xiao Ji, I'm leaving." Yan Ran's voice was very soft, and her soft voice in the past was like a sharp knife, "You promised me to be happy."

That tone seemed to be both longing and helpless.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he could only utter the syllables "Ah, ah".

Yan Ran showed a sad smile.

She still wanted to say something, but the pale figure slowly became transparent and finally disappeared into the air.

Darkness struck, and he closed his eyes unwillingly.
.
When I woke up, I was in the hospital. It happened to be night, and the empty ward was as dead as a coffin.

Looking at the dim ceiling, he remained motionless, like a stiff corpse.

After an unknown amount of time, a weird smile appeared on his expressionless face, forming a strange and terrifying scene with the snow-white ward.

Yan Ran died.

are dead.

The damn people are dead.

Really gratifying to congratulate, gratifying to congratulate.

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