It was the feeling that the heartbeat seemed to be about to stop, the fleeting stinging pain, like a thousand arrows piercing the heart, and like a hand holding every one of his cardiovascular vessels, just a slight pull, but the nerves of the body were in a big fight.

Déjà vu.

It seems that just now, just now I had this feeling, and then I fell asleep groggily.

As soon as I woke up, I saw Alan by my side, but I was naked, but why did I lie on the bed all over, I didn't even know what was going on, let alone someone else!

Splitting headaches.

"Alain...... Alan ......" Fang Jun began to shake his head again, and shouted twice, but his body seemed to be evacuated, and even the strength to speak came out of his throat seemed so extravagant.

Now Alan pressed on Fang Jun's body, holding Fang Jun's neck with both hands, but his head was tilted to the other side, but he didn't speak, but it was so close to his ears that he could even hear his breath clearly, how could he not hear the sobbing.

She cried.

"Alain...... I'm so tired," Fang Jun was weak, and the hand holding Alan gradually relaxed, and the strength that the man should have gradually spread, hearing Alan crying, he already had more than enough strength to do so, "How do you ...... Crying......"

"Brother Fang, I'm sorry......" Alan just buried his head deep under Fang Jun's shoulder, but he didn't seem to be able to make too much noise, Alan trembled all over, and the tears stained half of the sheets like unstoppable rain, and also stained the skin on Fang Jun's arms.

"To ...... What the hell is going on......"

Becoming more and more powerless, Fang Jun tried hard to raise his arm, but there seemed to be another force in his body suppressing his body, not to mention raising his hand, even when he spoke, he felt that his whole body was twitching.

The originally gathered gaze gradually dissipated again, and the light in the eyes was divided by the coldness in the retina.

A blurry image could be seen at first, then a crystalline split, and finally a pitch black.

"Alain...... What the hell did you just give me...... For...... Why can't I see anything now, not yet...... I don't have the strength......"

Tired.

Fang Jun felt that he was so tired, even if he said such a simple question, it seemed that he was going to exhaust all his strength, let alone want to sit up, open his eyes, and want to hold Alain's hand.

The only thing he could perceive was the palm print that Alain touched on his chest, the warm, silky palm of his hand, but with Alain's breath and outline, even if he couldn't see it, it was good to feel.

Until now, he still didn't understand, he didn't understand why he had become like this, his consciousness gradually blurred, his thoughts gradually dissipated, like the condensed breath was scattered by a stick, and he couldn't concentrate.

"Alain...... Alan ......" shouted into a murmur, and in the end, Alan who was leaning on his side couldn't hear what Fang Jun was muttering, and the hand on his body slowly hung down with weakness.

Alain slowly raised his head, his eyes still with tears, looking at the man on the bed whose consciousness had weakened to the end.

Suddenly pulled out the dagger on his leg and stabbed Fang Jun's body fiercely!

"Hmm......" Fang Jun's brows locked slightly, but it seemed to be the last struggle of consciousness.

Alan slowly leaned down and leaned into Fang Jun's ear, "I'm sorry, I love you......"