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When Ling Yao opened his eyes again, he saw the ceiling covered with exquisite patterns.

He struggled to get out of bed, and found that the environment here was very familiar, spacious and comfortable, with unique and exquisite decoration, and the scenery everywhere showed the owner's style and pursuit, which was completely different from the dark, damp and small prison.

There was a slight pain in his head, and after a moment of confusion, his thoughts became extremely clear. Ling Yao finally remembered that this was the villa room where he and Zhang Fan lived together.

While he was in a state of confusion, the door panel made a slight sound.

Zhang Fan pushed open the door, holding a tray in his hand, on which he put his carefully prepared food and drinks.

His figure is so familiar, with a gentle smile on his face and a gentle breath, completely different from the dark image in Ling Yao's memory... This kind of him, this kind of him... It's like seeing him for the first time.

"You..." Ling Yao's voice stuck in his throat, the tragic days in the prison still remained in his mind, as well as Zhang Fan's shrill appearance crying blood, his body was trembling, and he already had an instinct for him The fear, retreat again and again.

The smile on Zhang Fan's face stopped, he touched his forehead worriedly, put down the tray in his hand, slowly approached him, and asked softly, "Baby, what's the matter? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"Get away... get away!" Ling Yao pushed him away defensively, his body shaking like a sieve.

After being rejected by him, Zhang Fan really stopped coming, stiffened his body, and slowly moved away until Ling Yao felt a safe distance.

His eyes were full of disappointment, and his gentle smile was broken, turning into a faint pleading and expectation, and he raised his eyes to look at him.

If it were a normal him, he would definitely swear to the death to pester him endlessly, not giving him any room to breathe...

Ling Yao regained his thoughts, thoughtfully, and looked around cautiously, making sure that this was not a dream, and the person in front of him was not a fake, and then asked cautiously, "Why am I here?"

When he was in prison, his voice was already hoarse from crying and screaming from Zhang Fan's fright, but at this time, he spoke very smoothly and seemed to be in good health.

The good environment and physical condition made him gradually relax. Ling Yao was in a trance. He looked at Zhang Fan who was full of concern, and then looked around. It was this feeling, so familiar and warm enough to make people cry.

Seeing that his expression was a little more relaxed, Zhang Fan approached him carefully, and gently put his hand on the back of his hand, feeling that he was still trembling, and comforted him distressedly.

"The doctor said that your hallucinations are getting more and more serious, and you need to be hospitalized for examination, but you said you didn't want to go, so I took you home anyway. Unexpectedly, you still got sick in the end..."

What he said shocked Ling Yao.

In other words, all the experiences are not real, but only exist in his imagination?Then what is the pain he experienced personally, the struggle day after day?

His eyes were slack, he was seriously hit, and he shook his head in a panic, "Impossible... What about Fang Xin, those people in the prison, and Officer Zhang? How did you do these things?! You killed them! "

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Fan frowned suspiciously. He really didn't know it at all. He knew that he might be ill again, and after a slight sigh, he comforted him instantly, "Are you ill? what?"

Such a warm embrace made Ling Yao hold him tightly in a daze, a huge grievance welled up in his heart, as if in this short period of time, everything started all over again, the dream was reset, and they returned to the beginning.

"I saw that you lied to me and asked me to kill Fang Xin..." Ling Yao's complexion was distorted, and he lay down with exhaustion, fell into the soft quilt, and wrapped himself tightly.

"How is it possible, how can I bear to treat you like this." Zhang Fan hugged him, and the words of love were still ringing in his ears, so sincere that there was no room for doubt.

He told him everything that happened word by word, how he cared for him when he was sick, how they used to be close to each other, who knows if this is a new lie... But Ling Yao Willing to believe.

It's not because I believe in the beauty he created in his mouth, but because I don't want to believe in the dark experience he once had.

He could no longer stand the tormented nerves, and chose the weakest way, willing to keep himself in the dark.

"Have a good rest?" Zhang Fan's kiss had a hypnotic power, which made Ling Yao Ruuo redeem, relax his tired body, and fall back into sleep.

I just don't know if this is a dream within a dream, or it is real.

Looking at his sleeping face and the sound of his breathing, Zhang Fan, who had a gentle face, slowly revealed a strange smile, trembling all over, and rubbed his cheek excitedly.

Yes, they all got redemption.

The author has something to say:

It took me a long time to finish this short story, the conception may be messy, and I don’t know if everyone understands the ending. I don’t think it’s be or he. It looks like he, but in fact it’s still a tragedy that doesn’t distinguish between reality and reality. People's feelings have been distorted, it is impossible to say that there is no love, and they will never love each other sincerely...I still hope everyone likes this story (⊙v⊙)

Ear's main energy is still on long stories. If there are short stories to be completed in the future, I will consider creating a physical diary of a collection of short stories.

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