Loved everything about him and loved what he loved.

In Song Fengzhi's eyes, as long as Shen Ye likes it, he will like it all.

And vice versa, what Shen Ye hates, he will also hate.

I don't know how long it took, Shen Ye's breathing gradually calmed down, and he fell asleep.

.......

"Don't hit me......"

Hearing this, Song Fengzhi's face was a little gloomy, and his eyes were calm.

At that moment, Song Fengzhi's eyes flashed with a lot of emotions that no one could understand.

Song Fengzhi didn't wake up Shen Ye, just looked at the man in his arms quietly, as if he was in another world.

"Painful ....."

"Yuan Hao, wake up."

The man in his arms was pale, like a withering flower, gradually losing its vitality.

His temples jumped suddenly, and Song Fengzhi suddenly felt that the blood in his whole body was surging towards his head!

His pupils were full of endless red, and the hands holding Shen Ye began to tremble, spreading all the way to his whole body.

"It's so hot, don't burn my ....."

Shen Ye was still screaming, his tears gathered into a river, and kept falling, making Song Fengzhi's hands tremble uncontrollably.

In the dream, the prince locked Shen Ye in a firewood room and lit the house, the sky was full of firelight, and the scorching temperature made Shen Ye close his eyes in despair.

The black smoke and fire were distorted, the whole body was so hot, and the feeling of the skin being burned made Shen Ye so painful that he couldn't help but scream.

"Ah........h

Shen Ye opened his eyes and met Song Fengzhi's eager handsome face, but this did not make him feel very safe.

Looking at Shen Ye's frightened eyes, Song Fengzhi's heart seemed to have been smashed into countless boulders, with all his blood, and it fell with a bang.

The pain buried deep in my heart was like the fire in Shen Ye's dream, surging like a flood and instantly submerging Song Fengzhi.

A few years ago, her mother fell asleep in Song Fengzhi's arms, feeling her gradually cold body, her desperate eyes, and her own powerlessness, and monstrous hatred, like ten thousand arrows penetrating Song Fengzhi's heart.

"I won't let you have a chance to leave me, Yuan Hao, my world was originally gray, and there was only war in my world, but with you, gray has turned into color, and I began to yearn for peace......"

Shen Ye closed his eyes and eased his mind, and opened his eyes weakly again, his eyes that were originally as bright as stars became dull, and he muttered, "I'm afraid." ”

Song Fengzhi's figure shook for a moment, holding Shen Ye tightly in his arms, like a lost treasure, he buried his head in Shen Ye's neck, giving him silent comfort.

"Don't be afraid...... It's all right......"

"Don't be afraid....... It's all right......."

He kept repeating these two sentences, comforting the person in his arms.

The bleak evening breeze blew gently, blowing the curtains on the bed in all directions, and Shen Ye kept crying, hugging his waist tightly.

"Fengzhi, I'm afraid of ......"

Song Fengzhi's face looked weird and solemn in the miserable white moonlight.

He held Shen Ye's fingers trembling slightly, it turned out that he really lived on this land, feeling the weight of life, the pain of loss, the greatness of faith, and the love of protection.

His existence has never been a failure as his aunt said.

At this moment, his heart was so painful that the five methods spoke.

The bright light of the moon mingled with the deep darkness, and the whole room was eerily silent except for the sobbing of the night.

Song Fengzhi held Shen Ye's hand tighter than ever, making Shen Ye feel extremely relieved at this time.

"Don't be afraid, I've always been." I want to talk with more like-minded people about "Fast Wear: How to Abandon the Therapy of the Sick and Delicate Male Protagonist", and pay attention to "Youyue Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~