Chapter 886: Extra Story: 1 Love Becomes Sad (2)

When Bei Xiuye ​​heard these words, his expressionless face rarely showed a slightly soft smile.

That's right,

He is more and more like dyed white, he consciously imitates everything about her, learns her expression, and has her habits.

What she hates, what she likes, is everything to him.

Until, he completely became her shadow, and forever integrated with her.

just like,

She was still by his side, never leaving.

This kind of paranoid, stubborn and crazy thinking, those people said he was crazy and sick.

Bei Xiuye ​​didn't care about this.

Crazy?

Ah,

He was already crazy.

At the first meeting with that person, at the moment of falling in love with that person, at that person's rejection at the engagement banquet, at that person's decision to leave.

He was mad, completely mad.

Those people said he was crazy, said he was sick, and wanted to see a psychiatrist for him.

Bei Xiuye ​​couldn't see anything abnormal except that he looked extremely white.

Treatment, medication, hypnosis.

He cooperated completely, but still imitated everything that was dyed white.

Never forget anything about dyeing white.

Even a word, a smile.

Even the most famous psychiatrist is helpless.

Dyeing white has become his obsession, an obsession that he never regrets.

The love is deep and shallow, and the obsession remains.

He was poisoned by a poison called dyeing white, and in the name of love, he was imprisoned in a cage called dyeing white.

The only antidote is to dye it white.

And that was his -- willingly.

but no one ever knew,

In the middle of the night, Bei Xiuye's despair is decadent.

He fell in love with drinking, and after drinking it, his stomach bleeds and he was hospitalized. He was in a coma for three days until he drank it, and he couldn't wake up.

He is still drinking.

Drinking non-stop.

Because ah,

It is said that drunk people can forget everything.

It is said that drunk people do not know pain.

They say drunk people,

You will see the people you want to meet.

He was drunk, but he couldn't get drunk.

He was drunk, but still sober.

His heart completely belongs to that person.

"You said, will you come back?"

In a dimly lit room,

Bei Xiuye ​​leaned on the bed decadently, a pair of hazy black eyes full of nostalgia and despair.

His voice was hoarse and magnetic, whispering.

Tears fell from his eyes, and he cried like a ten-year-old child.

So confused, so helpless.

So desperate, so heart-wrenching.

But ah, the person he wanted to make people feel sorry for is long gone.

"Why don't you come back to see me..."

His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

He seemed to be muttering to himself, and he seemed to be talking to someone.

"Do you hate me? So all these years, I have never had you in my dreams."

He whimpered, "Why, I can't dream of you? I really miss you so much..."

If you think about it, you're about to die.

Why haven't you shown up yet?

His skin showed an abnormal pallor, a morbid pallor, a transparent white that never saw sunlight.

He held the wine bottle in his slender jade-like hand and drank it all at once.

Some of the wine slipped down his chin, flowed down his white neck, delicate as jade collarbone, and finally fell into his white shirt.

He misses her so much, even if he dreams of her.

But,

for so long,

He had dreamed a lot, but he had never dreamed of that person.

Not once.

Drunk life and dream death again and again, despair and decadence again and again.

I've never seen him, the only person he cares about.

He was unwilling, unwilling.

If you have met that person, the time you spent together is just a dream.

Then why, let him wake up?

Why not let him sink in the dream?

Why, don't let him dream again.

I never regret meeting that person, I just hate, since I met that person, why did you leave?

Now that we have met, why is it just rushing that year?