He Shaocheng has imagined it countless times.

If it weren't for his phone call, Zhong Heng wouldn't have climbed the mountain with him to watch the sunrise, and wouldn't have fallen off the cliff in the end.

If it weren't for him, then Zhong Heng would definitely be alive now.

He indirectly killed the people he loved......

This fact was too cruel to He Shaocheng, and it was more uncomfortable than killing him directly.

There's a word called The Walking Dead.

He Shaocheng's state during that time cannot be described in this word.

He didn't know how he got through it.

I only knew that when he woke up in countless nights, Zhong Heng's figure was all in his mind.

Whether it is in his sleep or when he is awake, it is all about Zhong Heng's qiē, as well as deep and deep self-blame.

Sometimes he couldn't tell whether he was asleep or actually awake all the time, his eyes were tired, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

He knew that he was sorry for Zhong Heng.

If he hadn't asked Zhong Heng to come out to confess to him, if he had endured this love like this and stayed by his side silently as before, then all the qiē would not have happened.

He Shaocheng was particularly resentful of himself, why did he make that phone call that morning?

At Zhong Heng's funeral, He Shaocheng's appearance surprised many people.

Because Zhong Heng's cause of death was too strange, many people suspected that it was murder, and one of the main suspects, everyone suspected that it was He Shaocheng, an opponent on a par with Zhong Heng.

So when He Shaocheng, who had a haggard face and a thin body, appeared in black, everyone was a little confused about what was going on.

If this is disguised, then all the Oscar winners are weak.

If this is a real emotion, then when did He Shaocheng have such a good relationship with Zhong Heng?

Some people think He Shaocheng is hypocritical, and some people think He Shaocheng is affectionate and righteous.

But no matter what others say, He Shaocheng doesn't care about these people's opinions at all.

He just wanted to see Zhong Heng off for the last time and accompany him for the last moment.

Looking at the familiar face on the tombstone photo, He Shaocheng reached out and stroked it gently.

Even now, the qiē beside him is actually reminding Zhong Heng that he has died.

But he always felt that Zhong Heng was actually still by his side.

Or a turn, or at a certain intersection, he can see the other party's eyes full of defense but smiling at himself.

Zhong Heng ......

How could he have left like this......

He Shaocheng lowered his head and closed his eyes, unwilling to face this fact at all.

After Zhong Heng's funeral, He Shaocheng seemed to have regained his original appearance.

It's just that there is no more sparkle in his eyes.

The pain of losing his lover indirectly leads to the guilt of the other person's death, making his world dark.

Once upon a time, He Shaocheng felt that he might not be able to see any light in his life.

However, an accident seemed to rekindle a glimmer of hope in his life.

Because, he met Lou Jingwen.

An eighteenth-tier star who saved He Shanshan.

A person who likes to call him Young Master He like Zhong Heng, and who always has layers of disguise and precaution in his eyes when he looks at himself.

The vigilant eyes, the curvature of the smile at the corners of his mouth, and the way he talked to himself, He Shaocheng had the illusion that he was actually talking to Zhong Heng in a trance.

They don't look alike in the slightest.

However, He Shaocheng could clearly feel the similarity between the two.

He Shaocheng was extremely glad that he had a heart at that time and asked people to check Lou Jingwen.

So after seeing the key information that showed that he was introverted and didn't like to talk, and that he might have committed suicide late at night on April 6 because of depression and was rescued, He Shaocheng immediately discovered the abnormality.

Lou Jingwen's personality is very different from his original self, but he is very similar to the late Zhong Heng.

And the timing of his suicide is too coincidental with the time of Zhong Heng's death.

The theme of rebirth is only popular in novels and film and television dramas, in fact, He Shaocheng did not think about these aspects before this.

However, after further contact with Lou Jingwen and careful temptation again and again, He Shaocheng finally made such a bold conjecture.

Although there is really no scientific basis for saying this, He Shaocheng still can't help but start to doubt, the current Lou Jingwen, the inner soul is Zhong Heng!

Finally, all the conjectures were confirmed, and He Shaocheng no longer tried to continue.

Zhong Heng's beautiful pen handwriting, he will never admit it in his life.

He Shaocheng admitted that Zhong Heng was really careful to hide his identity.

His reply to fans specially changed his writing habits.

However, he forgot that there were small details that could not be changed.

It's just like he has been used to calling himself Young Master He for seven years, and just like his body is obviously insensitive to shrimp but doesn't touch shrimp, even if he changes his handwriting, those habits accumulated over the years will still be inadvertently exposed.

These details, which are dispensable to ordinary people, are extraordinary to He Shaocheng.

So even though Zhong Heng has changed to a shell, he still recognizes him.

He has loved someone so deeply in his life.

So no matter what he becomes, as long as his soul is still there, he will be able to recognize it.

Lost and regained, big ups and downs.

On the night of the identification, He Shaocheng stayed up all night.

He has always been calm and at ease, but for the first time, he was a little at a loss.

With the experience of the previous life, he was very confused, and he didn't know if he should approach him again.

Love makes people cautious and makes people timid.

He'd already lost this person once and didn't want to repeat it.

So he could only hide from Zhong Heng, slowly approaching him little by little, and pursuing Lou Jingwen as He Shaocheng.

The other party was defensive about him from the beginning, then to habitual, then helpless, and finally accepted.

This qiē dreamy is unreal.

He Shaocheng thought countless times that he was actually having a long dream, but the touch when the other party kissed him was so real.

This is not a dream.

For the first time, he finally felt what it meant to be ** love so closely.

But who would have thought that fate would play tricks on people like this.

When he was closest to happiness, such an accident happened.

This is simply the biggest joke God has ever played on him.

On the same day last year, he was waiting for the news of Zhong Heng's death, and he couldn't do anything about it.

On the same day this year, he watched his lover in danger, but he was still powerless.

At that moment, He Shaocheng's heart died.

How he wished that the person who fell off the cliff and died was himself.

How I wish the truck would come at me.

Feeling the blood flowing from Lou Jingwen's body, He Shaocheng finally understood.

In fact, he should have stayed away from Zhong Heng.

Those affections and loves.

He, He Shaocheng, didn't deserve it at all.

Whether it was Zhong Heng at the beginning, or Lou Jingwen who is now reborn.

If it weren't for him, nothing like this would have happened.

He Shaocheng asked himself countless times, why did he have to be obsessed with fulfilling Zhong Heng's wish to see the sunrise?

If it weren't for himself, how could he have encountered this kind of thing twice.

If it was him who died in the first place, he would be fine......

He Shaocheng's consciousness is blurred, and the ** of survival is becoming thinner and thinner.

He Shaocheng had a dream.

Passing through the dark road, he returned to the place where he had first met Zhong Heng.

In his dream, Zhong Heng was alive and well, still with a perfect and delicate smile, walking towards him step by step.

The other party stood in front of him, did not say a word, only stretched out his hand.

He Shaocheng knew that this was his dream, but he was willing to stay in this moment forever.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to shake Zhong Heng back.

However, at this time, the sky fell apart, the earth shook, and the mountains shook.

The piece of land where Zhong Heng was standing suddenly cracked a big mouth, like a big mouth on the ground that eats people.

Zhong Heng's feet slipped and slowly began to sink!

He Shaocheng's hand was less than a centimeter away from Zhong Heng's hand.

Zhong Heng's eyes were firmly fixed on him, as if he was begging for help.

He Shaocheng took a step forward, and stretched out his hand to let him pull it.

However, at some point, a transparent barrier appeared in front of him, completely separating the two of them.

Just now...... There was less than a centimeter between him and Zhong Heng.

Only one centimeter...... He can pull the other person down!。

The glass wall couldn't be opened and pushed, and He Shaocheng could only watch Zhong Heng fall into the abyss little by little.

He Shaocheng's heart seemed to have been slashed off with a knife, and he was worse off than dead.

Why should he be put through such pain?

Facing the news of losing Zhong Heng again, it was a thousand times more uncomfortable for him than torture, ten thousand times more uncomfortable.

He Shaocheng's tears burst out of his eyes.

He is also a human being, and his heart is also fleshy!

I've been stabbed twice in a row, and the wound will bleed and hurt!

But why does God continue to play such jokes with him?

Do you think it's fun to play him like this?

If he did something wrong, why not just take retribution on him? Why did you let Zhong Heng go through these ......

He just wants to like Zhong Heng well and live a plain life......

In his sleep, He Shaocheng burst into tears.

The hot tears slid down in large chunks, soaking the pillow in large soaks.

He Shaocheng's love was on the verge of collapse, and one blow after another crushed his will.

He was tired.

It can no longer withstand such devastation.

Zhong Heng.

My Zhong Heng ......

I haven't had time to confess my heart to you, I haven't had time to tell you that I love you......

I can't afford to lose you like this again.

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"Doctor, how is he?"

The doctor stood in front of the man, who had been waiting outside the intensive care room for a whole day and a night, and glanced at the blood in the other's eyes