The light outside the window shines through the gap in the curtains, and at this angle of Yan Bai, you can vaguely see the dust dancing under the light, looking light, dancing, bathing in the sun freely, as if you can go anywhere, you can stand in the sun in a dignified and upright manner.

A desirable existence.

There was some light in Yan Bai's eyes, which seemed to be the light from the refracted curtain gaps, she leaned on Ji Baimo's shoulder and couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, reaching out as if she wanted to touch the flying dust in the sun.

This room reminded Yan Bai of a place, a place imprinted in the depths of his soul.

The hospital ward, which had kept her for many years, seemed so long and difficult that it was so long that people tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep all night, accompanied by the crows chirping outside the window, the sunlight pouring in through the cracks in the window, the cold liquid injected into the body, the bitter pills, and the dark night that seemed to never end.

Yan Bai closed her eyes, as if she could recall that she was lying on the hospital bed with a restraint belt, and in that quiet night, the noise of people coming from various patient rooms, the sound of breathing, the sound of someone crying, the sound of someone laughing, the sound of someone committing suicide, or the sound of laughing but not laughing and crying from the corridor, I don't know what she was laughing at, crying or crying.

The night was so long, so cold, as if there was never an end in sight, and these were the things that accompanied her, like a tide that was suffocating and suffocating, drowning her little by little, and there was not even a single thing to grasp.

Even a dark night seemed so long, as if it was going to die step by step.

So, a lifetime, it's really too long.

Yan Bai's eyelashes trembled slightly, she opened her eyes, her pupils were dark, leaned on Ji Baimo's shoulder, gently blew hot air next to Ji Baimo's ear, and spoke in a soft and touching tone.

"Na, Momo, you still don't believe me, Momo's heart is full of disbelief, I, I've seen it. Yan Bai blinked his eyes and gently attached himself to Ji Baimo's ear to speak, and the voice slowly penetrated from his ear to the tip of Ji Baimo's heart, and his voice was very low.

Because he doesn't believe that there are people in this world who really love him, stay by his side, and will not abandon him, after all, even he doesn't love himself.

Extremely insecure, paranoid and stubborn, confident and unconfident, completely trusting Yan Bai but refusing to admit it, it should be said that I can't believe that she really loves him, not some necessary conditions, stubborn and paranoid to the extreme.

So he made temptations again and again, and the bet with Mu Fan was a temptation, and he didn't believe in himself.

I was left behind again and again, and the symptoms that lingered in my heart have always been there, and I am terminally ill.

He was not aware of this.

Now......

Ji Baimo lowered his eyes, heard Yan Bai's words, but just shook his head, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, pinched Yan Bai's chin lightly, and looked at him with himself, he stared at his own reflection in Yan Bai's eyes, and his voice was extremely gentle and tired.

"How can I not believe it, I believe it in vain with all my heart. ”

How could he not believe Yan Bai, even if Yan Bai sent the knife into his chest, he would hug her gently and with a smile without hesitation.

It's just—

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