[In that world, there is nothing but darkness. I think I will never be able to escape from that world, because I am no longer able to struggle, so I will just keep falling, even if I can never see the dawn again. 】
——Mu Qingcheng
The sun was shining brightly in the early morning, but unfortunately, the sunlight was blocked by the black, exquisitely crafted floor-to-ceiling curtains, which were airtight and could only vaguely see some inconspicuous light.
Qian Weiran was lying on the bedside and fell asleep from exhaustion at some point. It is estimated that Mu Qingcheng tortured Master Ran quite badly last night.
Otherwise, it would have been already late and Qian Weiran hadn't woken up yet.
The not-so-bright ward did have a touch of warmth, because the girl was so tired that she fell asleep and lay on the boy's bedside. It was indeed a very harmonious scene.
However, the short-term calm was always going to be broken, because Mu Qingcheng woke up.
The eyelashes of the young man lying on the bed trembled slightly. His handsome face looked much better than yesterday, but it was still a little pale. He slowly opened his eyes, and his light green pupils seemed to be still sleepy and dyed.
There was a layer of fog, and as the fog gradually dissipated, his brain began to return to normal operation bit by bit.
His right hand was so cold that he could clearly feel the needle pricking the surface of his skin. The injected liquid flowed into his blood vessels little by little. The cold and numb feeling once again stimulated his previous memories.
Mu Qingcheng became excited all of a sudden. He shook off the intravenous needle with all his strength and pressed his finger on the bleeding needle. Because he used too much force, the infusion bottle hanging on the shelf was hit hard.
The smooth marble fell into pieces in a matter of seconds.
The fragmented sound woke up Qian Weiran. Qian Weiran didn't know what was going on at all. He looked at all this suddenness inexplicably and looked at Mu Qingcheng sitting on the bed in panic.
"Are you awake??"
"You...why are you here..."
Only then did Mu Qingcheng realize that there was someone else in this room. When he saw Qian Weiran's face, all the memories of yesterday appeared in his mind, every word, every sentence, every expression, every expression she said.
With an expression and Qiu Liluo's dissuasion, Jian Yixi used means to open the cabinet, but he couldn't listen, not at all.
In his mind, there was only the never-ending darkness, the simple black room, the devil in the white coat, and the cold needle pierced his blood vessel so hard. No one came to save him, no matter how hard he
No matter how much I call for help, I can't move. That kind of fear, that kind of darkness, that kind of feeling is something that no one can understand.
They left him alone in that dark room without sunlight. His tears had long since dried up, leaving only intermittent low sobs.
"Mu Qingcheng!! Mu Qingcheng!!"
Mu Qingcheng heard someone calling him. In an instant, he came back to his senses and saw those clear and spiritual eyes. She stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes. Only then did Mu Qingcheng realize that he had fallen into that paragraph again just now.
Painful memories.
After just a few seconds of looking at each other, Mu Qingcheng lowered her eyes. He saw that her eyes were full of sunshine, but he could no longer touch them.
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