Where did you get this substitute from?

The water temperature gradually cools down.

The bathroom was filled with steam, and from the reflection in the glass mirror, one could see a person sitting under the shower. He closed his eyes and sat on the ground with his back against the wall. The white shirt was washed almost transparent by the water and stuck tightly to his body.

Ji Shutong knocked open the bathroom door and saw this scene. He hurried to Su Shen, frowning slightly, looked at Su Shen's limbs to see if there were any wounds.

He didn't hurt himself.

Ji Shutong breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his hand to turn off the shower, the sound of water stopped, the room was eerily quiet, he could hardly hear Su Shen's breathing.

Just when he thought Su Shen was pretending to be dead again, the wood-like person in front of him suddenly laughed softly.

Looking at him with different signs of displeasure, he said with a slight sarcasm: "What kind of crazy are you?"

He opened his eyes, with moisture in them, looked at the difference, and then looked away.

Ji Shutong grabbed his collar and said in a gloomy tone, "What are you laughing at?"

Su Shen's frail fingertips rested on his hands, and the long hunger strike made his complexion pale and haggard, as if he would collapse in the next moment.He didn't pull Ji Shutong's hand, but just put it gently, his eyes stopped on the glass mirror not far away: "Ji Shutong, you always ask me if I remember it, what exactly do you want me to remember?"

Ji Shutong looked at him coldly: "What do you think of, let's hear it."

Su Shen refused to say any more, he closed his eyes, with a glaring sarcasm on his fair face.

Ji Shutong was a little anxious, "Speak!"

Not only did he not answer, the smile on his face became even more dazzling.

Then Su Shen felt his back hit the cold porcelain surface, and his hand with different marks pressed hard on his shoulder. He was nailed to the operating table like an animal waiting to be dissected.

Even if he didn't open his eyes, he could still feel a piercingly cold gaze staring at his face.

After a long time, Su Shen finally spoke.

The words he said were obviously weak and weak, but they were filled with extreme sarcasm, making people shudder and angry: "What do you think will happen if I remember it?"

"You can't be, you still love me?" Su Shen looked at him pretending to be sad, his face was obviously weak, but he seemed to be the one who took the initiative at the moment, "But I don't love you, you didn't love me 11 years ago. Do you know it?"

Traces of different expressions were very calm, but his hands were tightly clenched, and he said coldly: "Are you crazy?"

"A perfect replica... Oh, the traces are different, you really make the best use of everything." Su Shen's voice came into his ears coldly, "It's not a coincidence that Rong Huai suffers from dissociative disorder, you drove him crazy , he's more like that, right?"

He did remember.

"You hate me, wishing that I would disappear. All kinds of explicit hints made me think that I was Rong Huai, so that I could get that idiot back." Su Shen looked at him pityingly, "I tell you clearly, that idiot can't come back."

Ji Shutong looked at him coldly: "What are you talking about?"

"The reason why Rong Huai suffered from dissociative disease at the age of 20 is because Su Shen also suffered from this disease at the age of 20." Su Shen laughed, "Both of them were driven crazy by you. Same, you are really good at it."

Su Shen said lightly: "I met you for the first time when that idiot was asleep for a long time 11 years ago, and you asked me if I could start over. The story is different, not everyone in this world has the ability to start over. Chance."

Ji Shutong raised his hand, as if wanting to hit him.

Su Shen looked at him without hesitation, smiled lightly, but his eyes were full of sadness: "It seems that I have to correct it again, the trace is different, you have no chance, that idiot loves you, but he was killed by you It's killing me."

A fist with a different sign landed on his stomach.

The violent gaze betrayed his emotions.

Su Shen spat out blood, he raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his lips, and mocked: "I'm so angry, it seems I've hit the nail on the head."

The trace was different from what he had heard, and he looked down at him, frowning, with a solemn expression.

Bright red blood kept overflowing from Su Shen's mouth, but he looked indifferent, looking at each other calmly, as if silently provoking.

After a long time, he squatted down, grabbed Su Shen's hair, and sighed, "It's not good for you to provoke me. What do you want to do to let me let you go? I can't let you go, you can give up. .”

He pulled Su Shen's hair and dragged him into the bedroom, the wet clothes rolled out marks on the bed, the window was open, and the breeze blew in, Su Shen couldn't help shivering.

Ji Shutong wiped away the blood stained from the corner of his lips, "Stay well, I'm in a bad mood right now, don't let me hurt you."