Su Su looked at the other party's avatar and suddenly darkened, and felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart, this was the first time since they chatted that he went offline without saying a word.

"Sansan, is he safe now?" Su Su leaned against the window and asked worriedly.

"Host, don't worry he's okay, I'll alert you when his life is in danger."

Su Su snorted, thinking that he should be too busy to reply.

But what she didn't expect was that the other party disappeared for a week in a row.

……

This week is a very long time for both Zhong Hong and Su Su.

At this moment, Su Su turned on her phone, her fingertips stayed on the three voices she sent, and there was a soft light in her eyes that she didn't know, that was the person who had been with her since she first came to this world.

Taskbook principle five, when you focus too much on one person, don't run away from it, that is to like.

Only at this time did Su Su find out how shallow her relationship with the other party was, and they had no relationship with each other without "sound".

During this time, she recalled that she used to always pull him to chat, let him tell stories, and always thought that she could shorten the distance with him and get to know him better.

However, in fact, it is not that he needs Su Su, but more that Su Su needs to get close to his person to get a chance to be reborn, and she is the one who needs the other party.

Again, he was the only witness that she had ever been here.

Is this familiar throbbing her feelings? Is that what the taskbook says like? Su Su was suddenly a little confused.

……

In the past seven days, Zhong Hong didn't see Su Su's news, but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself and was reluctant to let go.

He had been locking himself in a dark room, masochistically stroking the scars on his hands and body of different shades over the years.

These ugly and hideous scars reminded him of the secret he wanted to hide most.

He sat in the corner of the room, feeling his heart cold, like a trapped beast, hiding in the dark and licking his wounds, and the smell of despair flowed all over his body.

A person like him should have lived a life in hiding, but he didn't think about it, but in the most incompetent years, he met the person he wanted to protect the most for his life.

Is this salvation or more genuine despair?

Zhong Hong didn't know, but since he had already met her, he was willing to be the moth that pounced on the flames.

Seven days of decadence and seven days of evasion, this is enough.

No one can understand as well as himself, Zhong Hong is cruel and paranoid in his bones, he wants to go crazy to hell with Ruge on the one hand, and on the other hand, he wants to restrain the surging temptation in his heart, and rationally cut off all possibilities to hurt the other party.

When he could still control himself, he wanted to go to her, and seeing her from afar was a farewell to this world.

After thinking about everything, Zhong Hong climbed into his wheelchair with difficulty, put the will that had been written long ago in the envelope, and decided to book a ticket to Mucheng.

"I want to borrow angel wings and catch the rainbow in the clouds...", the familiar music sounded again.