There was silence in the room, even the last lamp lit at the head of the bed was extinguished by Ji Baimo, and the surrounding black pressure was pressing, and he could only faintly see the light between the curtains, distinguishing whether it was night or day, and the little sunlight sprinkled into the room was flying with flying dust, Ji Baimo sat on the edge of the bed, hugging Yan Bai, his eyes were focused and affectionate, and his voice was also gentle and dripping water, lowering his eyes, and his two thin lips were lightly pursed.

"I'm here, don't be afraid. Ji Baimo's voice repeated this sentence again.

With a stabilizing power, and with a sense of light that pierces the darkness, at this moment, it was as if a seed bloomed between the cracks in the stones, as if it could dispel all the negative darkness.

Yan Bai's forehead was full of cold sweat, his black hair was soaked with sweat, his little face was pale, and his lips were also bloody, and now when he heard Ji Baimo's words, he raised his eyes to look at Ji Baimo, his sloppy eyes finally had a focus point, and his hand refused to let go of the corner of Ji Baimo's clothes very tightly, and what he smelled between his noses was not the smell of medicine, but the faint smell of tobacco on Ji Baimo's body.

He looked at Yan Bai with a smile and gentleness, and put his hand on Yan Bai's face.

"Ink ...... Mo Mo ......" Yan Bai blinked, looking at Ji Baimo in front of him, as if he was afraid that he was hallucinating, the person in front of him was not very similar to Ji Baimo's appearance, the same gorgeous appearance, but the pupils of the person in front of him were black, and Ji Baimo's pupils were amber, but Yan Bai clearly knew that the person in front of him was Ji Baimo.

Her ink.

Probably still not out of the nightmare, Yan Bai's pupils were still a little distracted, and he dragged Ji Baimo tightly, pursing his lips, as if Ji Baimo would disappear.

"Don't go, I'm ......" was scared.

Yan Bai seemed to have forgotten Ji Baimo's action of injecting her just now, and now she is extremely attached to Ji Baimo, she seems to have returned to that time in a trance, when she was alone, helpless and hesitant, and when she was deep in the swamp, everyone was laughing, celebrating her mental breakdown, celebrating her madness and helplessness, countless hands pulled her into the depths of the swamp, and the darkness and mud gradually engulfed her.

I can't find a glimmer of light, I can't find a glimmer of dependence.

All that was left was a carnival, a carnival feast celebrating her death, and even the sound of the wind was quiet and inaudible in the dead silence.

She didn't dare to cry, she didn't dare to cry out in pain, she didn't dare to be coquettish, she didn't dare to ......

Then she was pulled out of the nightmare by Ji Baimo's voice.

Yan Bai's eyes were dim and colorless, and the pain in his body was terrible, and this pain did not seem to come from the body, but more like the pain from the depths of the soul.

"Bai Bai ......" Ji Baimo looked at Yan Bai's appearance, as if he was a little distressed, lowered his eyes, removed the look in his eyes, put his hand on Yan Bai's face with a slight tremble, bent the corners of his lips, and his voice was warm.

"You see, you are my only one. Ji Baimo stared at Yan Bai's bright eyes, the narrow peach blossom eyes are now full of tenderness between the eyebrows and eyes, suppressing the coldness and cruelty in the deepest part of the eyes, and now looking at the humble and elegant noble son when he first saw him, the elegant noble son, the big palm with clear and slender bones is like a jade carving, caressing Yan Bai's lips.

"In this world, I will never leave you. He seemed to be making a promise to Yan Bai.

114 was a little frightened on the side, looking at Ji Baimo.

Happy New Year~

I'm not going to abuse you, promise, you're ...... Take back your blades.

(End of chapter)