Rebirth is evenly matched

Maybe it was just sickness?

"Ayin has a strict personality disorder, which has existed since he was a child."

"Many times, he couldn't control his behavior."

"But I have known him for so many years, and I have hardly seen him lose control."

"Except for you."

Du Ke's voice gradually faded away, disappearing into the noisy music.

Cen Xuan was left alone sitting on the small sofa in the corner with a dazed expression.

People's worst emotions are often reserved for those closest to them, not to mention that he is just a patient.

He's just sick.

He didn't do that to himself on purpose.

Cen Xuan repeated this sentence over and over again in his heart.

really not.

People may be like this. When that person is in front of them, they never know how to cherish them. Instead, they are extremely bored, wishing that the other person would disappear before their eyes.

But now that person really disappeared, and he gradually remembered the many good things about that person.

for example--

Cen Xuan rolled up his sleeves, looked at the rash on his arm, and smiled miserably.

When that man was around, he was never allowed to drink alcohol, not even a sip, and he was very strict.

Once he was admitted to the hospital because of allergies, and the man guarded him for a whole night, but collapsed the moment he woke up.

Cen Xuan couldn't tell what it was like in his heart at that moment.

Qin Yin was congenitally deficient brought out from the womb, and his body was weak. He had suffered from numerous illnesses, large and small, from childhood to adulthood, and several times he really stepped into the gate of hell.

It was not easy to survive.

Everyone said that the youngest son of the Qin family was ruthless and seized power with iron blood, but only Cen Xuan knew how difficult it was for that man to sustain this glory with his frail body.

It's actually... It's his honor to have Qin Yin treat each other like this.

Cen Xuan closed his eyes, leaned on the soft sofa, and gradually sank into the darkness.

something ah-

I really can't think about it.

You can't vomit in front of others when you regret it.

The entanglement between him and Qin Yin was too much and too deep. From the exchange of fame and fortune at the beginning, to the gratification between the two, and then to being strangers, scenes of the past all surfaced in front of his eyes.

He just resented being controlled, disciplined, and restrained, but he completely forgot how he got from an unknown person to where he is today, and who supported him.

Struggling and fighting, hurting and swearing, all wind and frost swords are directed at the other party, trying to get pleasure from the other party's hurt look, but in the end, what did he get?The title of film king, sought after by thousands of people, those things that he dreamed of in the past, now that he has all of them, is he still happy?

Will you still laugh out loud like before?

How long has he not been happy?

In the bar, someone suddenly shouted, "It's on fire!"

"It's on fire! Everyone run!"

"Quick! There is an emergency passage!"

"Where's the lamp? Ah!...the lamp is out!"

In the pitch-black room, thick fog rose everywhere, and everyone fled in all directions, but no one found Cen Xuan who was nesting in the corner.

He slept deeply, dreaming that he was standing at the door of the funeral parlor, only to find that it was a bureau.

The man stood in front of him perfectly, nothing happened.

No one died, and no one was separated.

When he woke up, he was still the actor who was sought after by thousands of people, and the person he loved and hated at the same time was still sleeping beside him, with a steady look on his face.

Really, nothing happened.