When Bei Xiuye ​​heard this, his expressionless face rarely had a slightly soft smile.

That's right,

He became more and more like Ranbai. He consciously imitated everything about her, learned her expression, and possessed her habits.

What she hates and loves is everything about him.

Until, he completely became her shadow and would be integrated with her forever.

It's like,

She is still by his side and will never leave her.

This paranoid, stubborn and extremely crazy thinking, those people say he is crazy and sick.

Bei Xiuye ​​disdained this.

crazy?

Oh,

He had been crazy long ago.

When I first met that person, when I fell in love with that person, when I was in the engagement banquet, when the person refused, when the person chose to leave resolutely.

He was already crazy, completely crazy.

Those people said he was crazy, said he was sick, and wanted to see a psychiatrist.

Apart from being very white, Bei Xiuye ​​could not see anything abnormal.

Treatment, medication, hypnosis.

He cooperated completely, but he still imitated everything about Ranbai.

I won't forget anything about Ranbai.

Even if it is just a word or a smile.

Even the most famous psychologist is helpless.

Ranbai has become his obsession, an obsession that will never regret for generations.

The love is deep and the fate is shallow, but the obsession remains the same.

He was infected with a poison called Ranbai. He used love as the name and love as the prison, and imprisoned him in the cage called Ranbai.

The only antidote is Stained White.

And that was his - willing.

But no one ever knew,

Every midnight, Bei Xiuye’s despair and decadence.

He fell in love with drinking, and he drank until his stomach bleeds and was hospitalized. He drank until he was unconscious for three days and was decadent.

He was still drinking.

Keep drinking.

Because

It is said that drunk people can forget everything.

It is said that drunk people don’t know the pain.

It is said that drunk people will see the people they want to meet.

He was drunk, but he couldn't.

He was drunk but still sober.

His heart completely belongs to that person.

"You said, will you come back?"

In the dark room without a trace of light,

Bei Xiuye ​​leaned decadently on the bed, his hazy black eyes filled with nostalgia and despair.

His voice was hoarse and magnetic, murmured.

Tears slid from his eyes, and he cried like a ten-year-old child.

So confused and so helpless.

So despair, so heartbreaking.

But, the person he wanted to make people feel distressed was gone long ago.

"Why don't you come back to see me..."

His voice was very light and almost impossible to hear.

He seemed to be muttering to himself, or he seemed to be talking to someone.

"Do you hate me very much? So over the years, you have never been in my dreams."

He whimpered, "Why, I can't dream of you? I really miss you, I miss you very much..."

I miss you, I'm almost dead.

Why haven't you shown up yet?

His skin exudes an abnormal pale, a pathological pale, and a transparent white that is not seen in the sun all year round.

His slender and jade-like hand held the wine bottle and drank it all in one go.

Some wine slid down his jaw, flowing through his fair neck, his delicate collarbone, and finally fell into his white shirt.

He missed her very much, even if he dreamed of her.

But,

So long,

He had dreamed a lot, but he had never dreamed of that person.

Not once.

I am drunk and dreaming again and again, and I am desperate and decadent again and again.

I have never seen the only person he cares about.

He was unwilling to accept it, he didn't want to.

If the person I have met before, that time I spent together is just a dream.

Then why do you want him to wake up?

Why don’t he sink into his dream?

Why, don't let him dream again?

Never regret meeting that person, just hatred. Since you have met, why leave?

Since I met it, why did it just take that year?
Chapter completed!