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A soft and supple hand touched his head lightly.

It has been a long time since no one touched his head, or in other words, Yan Ran was the only one who touched his head from the beginning to the end.

It's still that familiar feeling.

The slender and soft fingers shuttled through his hair, and a burst of electricity-like tingling ran along the spine to the whole body.

He breathed heavily for a second.

But he still held on, with a cold expression on his face, "What about my gift?"

Yan Ran lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, this smile made him a little angry from embarrassment.

Cynicism.

"Didn't you leave with Fu Yi?"

Yan Ran said, "No."

He snorted coldly, his eyes wandered on the cuff of his shirt, and while rubbing it lightly and slowly with his fingertips, he said lightly, "Obviously there is, otherwise why wouldn't you answer me when I told you?"

The tone of the accusation was so obvious.

He was inexplicably looking forward to Yan Ran's answer.

But Yan Ran didn't speak.

He clenched his fingers tightly, exposing the knuckles on the back of his hand, and his face was pale.

After a while, he raised his head.

But Yan Ran looked at him with sad and helpless eyes, her pale lips were pursed, pale and morbid like snow that was about to melt.

She said, "Didn't you say that you don't want to see me again?"

At that moment, the sourness almost overflowed from his bones, making him ache all over.

He wanted to say something, but it seemed that a pair of invisible hands pinched his neck, preventing him from making any sound.

All he could do was watch Yan Ran disappear slowly, as if he really did what he thought, and he never wanted to appear in front of him again.
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The sky has slightly revealed protein, and warm-colored clouds gather in the sky, as if soaked in blood, showing a faint red.

He woke up from the bed, sweating profusely, as if he was under great mental pressure, and his whole body seemed to be exhausted.

The room was too quiet, and if you listened carefully, it seemed that there was only the sound of him breathing alone, as if he was the only one left in the world at this moment.

That atmosphere, which was supposed to be his preference, was suffocatingly suppressed at the moment.

He turned over, and there was nothing around him, without any body temperature.

Slowly stretched out his hand, and touched it in the air, his drooping eyelashes seemed to be silently feeling something.
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One morning he was very interested, he got up very early, before dawn, and went to the market to buy vegetables.

Put on the apron and go to the battlefield.

His plans include oatmeal porridge with white fungus and lotus seeds, ham and egg pancakes, rice balls with corn and seaweed, and rice rolls.

After working in a hurry for two hours, the whole kitchen was in a mess, as if it had been ransacked, and the situation was miserable.

His body was not much better either, his fingers were burned several times and blistered, he looked at the blisters in his hand, turned his head, "Brother Yan, my hand hurts."

The air was silent and there was no response.

Turning around as if nothing had happened, he calmly cleaned up the blisters on his hands and continued cooking.

After unremitting efforts, the breakfast made is still... hard to describe.

He brought the dishes to the table, full of anticipation.

"Brother Yan, I just learned it. How about you taste it?"

As soon as he said this, his hands had already put the filled white fungus oatmeal on the opposite side.

But the seat opposite was empty.

The cold air slapped his face coldly, and he felt as if he had been poured with mud, and his whole body froze.

He vaguely noticed that something was wrong with him, and at the empty dining table, he himself became angry first.

This was a very strange thing, he didn't feel how much he missed Yan Ran, or how much he felt that he had been dead for half a year, and it still had no effect on his life.

Just such a person, what is there to care about?

But he did some stupid things frequently because of such a person who didn't care.

There was no reaction in his mind, those two words seemed to be engraved in his mind, showing dripping with blood, sticking to the tip of his tongue, disregarding his thoughts, and impatiently venting it out.

However, the more he suppressed and controlled, the more profound and unbearable the name engraved in his bones became, bit by bit he wanted to drill into his bones, as if he was going to drive him crazy before he would give up.

Fu Ji took a deep breath, sat down, didn't care whether it was hot or not, took a bite by himself, just chewed a few mouthfuls, before he even swallowed it, his expression suddenly became very exciting.

In the end, he showed a look of disgust. The porcelain bowl was rudely smashed on the table, and the porridge in the bowl almost spilled out. He ran to the kitchen and vomited it all up. After rinsing his mouth back and forth several times, he suppressed the feeling Nausea.

He dumped the breakfast he had cooked for two hours into the trash can without blinking his eyes.

At the same time, he was thinking uncontrollably.

What kind of mood and attitude did Yan Ran say "good" to his breakfast?

No wonder, no wonder Yan Ran doesn't let him taste it every time, he also ridiculously thinks that his own cooking is really good, so Yan Ran can eat up every meal.

Just like Yan Ran obviously doesn't like watching horror movies, it can be said that he is disgusted and fearful, and also very resistant, the corners of his eyes are red, as if he will be scared to cry in the next second, so he pretends to be disapproving in front of him.

It seems that she is not afraid of anything, as if nothing can hurt her.

Fu Ji stood in front of the kitchen counter with a terribly gloomy expression.

He thought, what is the significance of what Yan Ran did?
Why don't you just say it outright?Why can you pretend to be calm no matter what?

Silent indulgence, doting without any bottom line, is like a woven net, and he is the fish in it, tightly entangled in the net, has long been addicted to that gentle trap, no matter what he can't swim come out.

Could this be Yan Ran's purpose?

At the beginning, Fu Ji did make it so unpalatable deliberately because he wanted to make fun of others, but later on he really did it with all his heart. He thought that his achievements had improved, but he didn't expect that it was just Yan Ran's work. Field of lies.

He was eager to question and confront Yan Ran face to face.

However, he was destined not to be able to reply.

Because that person is long gone.

He looked at the endless stream of water, his dark eyes were like an opaque deep well, hiding the violent emotional fluctuations underneath, his fingers tightened, and it took almost [-]% of his concentration to stabilize his expression.

He tightly closed his eyes, the halo of black-red liquid stimulated his nerves, and his shirt-wrapped chest heaved slowly.The stiff blood vessels seemed to burst, and strands of anxiety accumulated in his heart.

In his ears, he heard the clear and hoarse voice.

"Because, I love you."