Is it an illusion to always be loved by NPCs? [Quick Transmigration]

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There were large swaths of blood spreading around his feet, endlessly, and the sharp redness stung his eyes.

Every step he took, he could feel the stickiness on the soles of his feet. He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat seemed to be choked so hard that he couldn't even breathe.

Until he heard a gunshot.

Cheng Zhan woke up suddenly, and when he opened his eyes, there was darkness in front of him.

He was breathing heavily, his heart palpitations, and he unconsciously clutched the bed sheet next to him.

Like hundreds of nightmares.

Pain, remorse, madness, and confusion entangled his whole body like thorns and vines, tightly strangling into his flesh and blood.

Living seems to be no different from dying.

Cold sweat oozes from his forehead, and the only sound in the empty room is his breathing...

Until he heard the sudden breathing of another person beside him.

Cheng Zhan's mood swings were too great before, and he didn't even notice the strangeness around him.

A strong killing intent instantly filled Cheng Zhan's eyes, and at that moment Cheng Zhan's violent aura spread out. Compared with the unknown mysteries in the dark night, Cheng Zhan at this time was more like a monster with all its fangs.

He turned over almost immediately, ready to get the gun on the bedside table.

No matter who the person next to him is, he will make his life worse than death.

He's going to kill him.

He will grind his bones to ashes.

He wants to peel off his skin piece by piece.

he wants……

But Cheng Zhan felt empty on the bedside table, and knocked down a sewing box to make a noise.

The people on the bed slowly started to move.

Jiang Mi was awakened by the sound, his eyes were a little hazy, but he subconsciously touched the people around him.

But there was nothing but a slight residual heat in the sunken marks around him.

Jiang Mi frowned and shouted.

"Cheng Chan?"

Just as Jiang Mi finished speaking, a pair of cold hands suddenly stopped on his neck.

Jiang Mi touched the owner of the hand suspiciously, and shouted again.

"Cheng Zhan."

After a long time, the person beside him still didn't move, but the cold hands were trembling.

Jiang Mi immediately sensed that something was wrong, he sat up and turned on the switch of the small bedside lamp.

The dim light made Jiang Mi gradually see the person in front of him clearly.

It was indeed Cheng Zhan.

It's just that Cheng Zhan seems to be a little strange now.

Cheng Chan stared blankly at Jiang Mi with scarlet eyes, the surging emotions inside were so complicated that Jiang Mi couldn't tell what it was for a while.

For a moment, Jiang Mi seemed to feel that Cheng Zhan was going to swallow him into his stomach. This strong sense of aggression can only be seen in the former living Hades.

Cheng Zhan's eyes were wet, and the blood on his face faded completely. It would not be too much to say that he was as pale as paper.

His hands were as cold as if he had just been fished out of ice water, his slender body was trembling imperceptibly, and he knelt on the bed.

Jiang Mi reached out and pulled Cheng Chan over, and touched Cheng Chan's face with his palm.

Jiang Mi's hands carried a sense of warmth, spreading to Cheng Zhan's limbs, allowing his stiff body to move a little.

"What's wrong, did you have a nightmare?"

Cheng Zhan still looked at Jiang Mi absent-mindedly, and unconsciously read a name in a low voice.

For several years, he never dared to take the initiative to mention this name.

"Jiang Mi..."

Seeing Cheng Zhan's appearance, Jiang Mi probably had a nightmare.

During the few years they were together, Cheng Zhan always had nightmares at the beginning and then woke up in the middle of the night, but later, with Jiang Mi by his side, the problem of Cheng Zhan waking up in the middle of the night was gone.

Now that it has been so long, Jiang Mi doesn't know why Cheng Chan started to suffer from nightmares again, maybe he didn't get rid of the roots before.

Jiang Mi hugged Cheng Zhan into his arms, only to realize that Cheng Zhan was not only cold in his hands, but also cold all over his body. He gently patted Shun Cheng Zhan's back, trying to make Cheng Zhan relax.

"It's okay, I'm by your side, it's okay."

Said, Jiang Mi kissed Cheng Zhan's flushed eyes full of comfort.

Jiang Mi found that the person in his arms immediately went limp, like a tight bow being cut off by someone, Cheng Zhan suddenly grabbed his collar tightly and sobbed softly.

Jiang Mi quietly embraced Cheng Zhan, put him in his arms, and rested his chin on the top of Cheng Zhan's soft, curly head.

"It's alright, it's alright."

Cheng Zhan slowly stopped crying, and after the ups and downs of emotions, his mind was clearer than ever.

Cheng Zhan understands his mental state.

This can't be a dream.

Impossible.

Cheng Chan nestled in Jiang Mi's arms, but quietly looked around the room.

Not his home, nor Jiang Mi's home, it seems that he has never been to this place.

but……

None of this matters anymore.

Now he finally grasped the obsession and delusion that he had coveted for a long time.

No matter what, it is impossible for him to let go.

Seeing that Cheng Zhan had calmed down, Jiang Mi looked down at the person in his arms.

"Thirsty, I'll pour you a glass of water, you sit here."

With that said, Jiang Mi was just about to get out of bed, but was grabbed by Cheng Zhan's sleeve.

Cheng Zhanhong looked at him, "I'm with you."

Jiang Mi naturally didn't notice the problem, so he took Cheng Zhan's hand instead.

"Let's go."

Cheng Zhan quietly grabbed Jiang Mi's hand and followed Jiang Mi, and followed Jiang Mi out of the bedroom.

This should be a two-story small western-style building.

Jiang Mi took Cheng Zhan to the living room on the first floor, poured a glass of cold water from the glass jug on the dining table, and handed it to Cheng Zhan.

"Come on, drink some water."

Cheng Zhan reached out to take the cup, but his eyes fell on the half-embroidered mandarin duck embroidery on the coffee table.

Jiang Mi found that Cheng Zhan looked at the embroidery with strange eyes, and couldn't help but feel a little funny.

"Are you sleepy? This is what you embroidered in a few days ago, have you forgotten?"

Cheng Chan quietly clenched the water glass tightly until white marks appeared on his fingertips.

Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes and suppressed his emotions, and smiled lightly, "I haven't forgotten."

After Cheng Zhan finished drinking the water, Jiang Mi took him upstairs again.

Jiang Mi hugged him in his arms, and repeatedly told Cheng Chan to tell him if he felt uncomfortable before going to bed.

Cheng Chan yawned, laying his head on Jiang Mi's chest pretending to be sleepy, grabbed Jiang Mi's pajamas, and agreed.

Until, Jiang Mi's breathing gradually calmed down.

Cheng Zhan opened his eyes.

There is no sleepiness in the eyes.

Until the next morning.

When Jiang Mi got up, he found that there was no one around him.

When he went downstairs to look, he found Cheng Zhan looking at a photo frame on the counter.

The photos in the frame are Jiang Mi and Cheng Zhan.

That was taken in a photo studio a year ago.

Jiang Mi approached Cheng Zhan.

"What's wrong."

Cheng Zhan turned around immediately, with soft eyes, and straightened the frame with his fingertips, "I saw it, I just miss it."

No.

That is a lie.

Cheng Zhan didn't miss it at all.

This photo is a memory that does not belong to him.

No matter when the person above him was himself, he wanted to ruthlessly tear up that ridiculous and stupid face.

In the trash can next to the sofa lay the crumpled half-face embroidery.

Crazy jealousy grew wildly in his heart like weeds, but was restrained by Cheng Chan.

But as long as he thinks that that guy got Jiang Mi, he even has the heart to kill.

In just one short morning, Cheng Zhan roughly guessed through various things that he should have arrived a few years later suddenly.

This kind of thing is more like a legend in Ghost Tales.

But he didn't care, and he wasn't going to explore the reasons behind it.

He just needs to grab everything he has now.

This is his chance, his only chance.

After Jiang Mi finished washing, he saw that Cheng Chan didn't seem to be watering the flowers this morning, and the tin kettle was put aside.

Cheng Zhan has had the habit of growing flowers and plants since a few years ago, watering them almost every morning.

It's not surprising that Cheng Zhan forgot today, yesterday's nightmare must have affected him.

Jiang Mi didn't remind Cheng Chan, but just walked over and started watering.

Cheng Zhan followed, watching Jiang Mi's movements and wanting to help.

Jiang Mi casually pointed to a pot of light red peony next to it, "Look, you planted this a few months ago, and it's all blooming now."

Cheng Zhan quietly glanced at the pot of peony, and smiled, "Well, it blooms really beautifully."

After Jiang Mi finished watering the flowers, he kissed Cheng Zhan and went back to change into his pajamas.

Tuliu Chengzhan stayed alone in the backyard, greedily recalling the temperature between his lips just now.

In front of him are many flowers and plants, of different colors and types, and they are well maintained. It can be seen how hard the owner is.

Cheng Zhan grabbed the largest peony branch with his fingertips, folded it off slowly, and discarded it far away into the grass covered by layers of grass.

There was coldness in his eyes, with disgust, and his voice was very low.

"It's ugly."