[Comprehensive] Stealing the Halo of the Protagonist

I shouldn't have let him go.

I should be more overbearing.It's best to lock him by my side, let his existence only be known to me, and his laugh and cry are all because of me.In this way, he belongs to me alone and cannot be separated for the rest of his life.I am confident that even the god of death cannot separate us, the premise is that I will go to hell with him.

I used to laugh at people who only regretted it.If you have time to regret, why don't you want to make up for it.

After Han died, I realized that some things only have room for regret...

I didn't believe in ghosts and gods before, but now I have to.

If Han's ghost hadn't been by my side, I thought, I wouldn't be able to survive even a single minute.

But I can't die.

Parents have already lost Qu Mohan, they can no longer lose Lou Zixu.

Sometimes I hate myself for being like this.Too rational, so live too tired.I know very well how fragile the parents who lost Han are, so I can't even express my heartache in front of them.I can only respond with silence.Four sad people are enough—as for me, my heart has already died with that person, so it’s not too painful, right?

At least when I am alone, I can still feel Han's ghost by my side, and I will chat with him, although I can't hear the answer, but I know how he will answer.Although I can't touch him or feel him, I can kiss him through memories.

Maybe I've gone crazy and lived a bit self-righteous.But this is the best way for me to continue to survive in this world without Qu Mohan.

A lie doesn't have to be too true, just enough to deceive yourself.

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My parents finally found out about Han and I being together, from Fang Yueqi, that lunatic.

But they didn't dare to blame me, and even started to be a little cautious about mentioning Han.

They are afraid.And the meaning of the living to the survivors is much greater than that of the dead.I know this truth, but when I think of how they preferred Han in the past, I can't help it anyway.

It turns out that... when a person dies, it really doesn't have much to do with the present world.

If Han's name is not engraved in my bones, will I forget him one day?

Now I can still imagine that Han's soul is beside me, smiling at me, accepting my kisses and hugs, I can still rely on my memory to recall his every expression, and I can be familiar with the touch of his lips and skin.But if my proud memory also abandons him, will the whole world forget his voice and smile?

I started to panic and frantically gathered his things around, clothes, books, CDs, everything he used.But I'm still uneasy.

Photos will turn yellow, words can be altered, and even memories may be lost.

The existence of a person turns out to be so easy to erase.As long as time passes, as long as the fire erodes, everything can disappear with the wind.

Even Fang Yueqi doesn't remember Han anymore, he has gone crazy since the explosion that day.He will always live on the day when he was eight years old, sitting like an idiot in the corridor of the mental hospital waiting for the little bride in front of the carousel.

He killed my cold, how could I be nice to him.I asked the medical staff to tell him more than once, Miss Sister will not come anymore, he was killed by you, killed by you...

Then, half a year after Han's death, he committed suicide.

I'm kind of jealous of his death.But after that, I was a little panicked. Fang Yueqi, who was related to Han, died, and another person who could remember him died. If this continues, who will know Han's existence except me?

At that time, everyone will doubt the existence of Han.Maybe when I get old, when I learn to forget, maybe one day I will forget that I once loved someone so deeply... At that time, no one can help me prove this relationship... What should I do?

Finally I had a great idea, and reason told me it was crazy, but this time I couldn't take it anymore.

I used a scalpel to cut open my chest, facing the mirror in the bathroom that I once shared with Han, with a pale face, carefully avoiding the main artery, and carved Han's name in the blood red with difficulty.

it hurts...

But how can I lose your pain?my love...

The eye circles were a little red, and it was a rare cry.Maybe this body is a little sad, and I didn't see the person engraved in my heart, so I was disappointed and shed tears.

The door was pushed open by my mother, and she couldn't help screaming when she saw my bloody chest.My father rushed over and called the emergency number of the hospital.

I called my mother and told her that I would not die.She choked up, hugged me, and kept calling me stupid.

This is the first time I have been called stupid because of the cold.I do not mind.I love him.

I won't die, I won't die until I don't pay back for nurturing Han and my parents.After all, they remembered Han's existence.

When I am the only one left in the world who remembers the cold, then there is no meaning for me to continue to exist.

I just hope that Han can wait for me on the Naihe Bridge, and don't drink Mengpo soup...