Chapter 883

When beixiu night heard this sentence, his expressionless face rarely had a slightly soft smile.

you 're right,

He is more and more like dyeing white. He consciously imitates everything about her, learns her look and has her habits.

What she hates, what she likes, is all about him.

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

It's like,

She is still with him and never gives up.

This kind of paranoid, stubborn and crazy thinking, those people say he is crazy and ill.

In this regard, beixiu night is dismissive.

Crazy?

Oh,

He's already crazy.

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

He's crazy, completely crazy.

Those people said he was crazy, said he was ill, and wanted to see a psychologist for him.

Beixiu night can't see anything abnormal except that it looks like dyed white.

Treatment, medication, hypnosis.

He cooperated completely, but he still imitated everything dyed white.

Never forget anything about dyeing white.

Even a word, a smile.

Even the most famous psychologist is helpless.

Ranbai has become his obsession, which he will never regret forever.

Deep love, shallow edge, persistence is still the same.

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

The only antidote is dyeing white.

And that's his -- willingly.

But no one knows,

Every midnight, beixiu's despair and decadence.

He fell in love with drinking. He suffered from stomach bleeding and was hospitalized. Drink to a coma for three days, decadent do not wake up.

He's still drinking.

Keep drinking.

Because, ah,

It is said that drunk people can forget everything.

It is said that people who are drunk will not know the pain.

It is said that drunk people will see the people they want to see.

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 dark room without a trace of light,

Beixiu night leaned decadent on the bed, with a pair of hazy black eyes full of nostalgia and despair.

His voice was husky and magnetic, murmuring.

Tears fell from his eyes. He cried like a ten-year-old child.

So confused, so helpless.

So desperate, so distressing.

However, the person he wanted to make people feel distressed has long disappeared.

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

His voice was so low that he could hardly be heard.

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

"Do you hate me very much? So over the years, there has never been you in my dream."

He sobbed, "why can't I dream of you? I really miss you, miss you..."

What you think is dying.

Why don't you show up yet?

His skin showed an abnormal pallor, which was morbid pale and transparent white without sunshine all year round.

He drank the wine bottle in his slender jade hand.

Some wine slipped down his jaw, flowed through his white neck and delicate jade clavicle, and finally fell into his white shirt.

He missed her so much, even if he dreamed of her.

But,

For so long,

He dreamed a lot, but he didn't dream of the figure of that man.

Not once.

Time and time again drunk life and death, time and time again despair and decadence.

I haven't seen the only person he cares about.

He was unwilling to.

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

Then why, wake him up?

Why not let him sink in his dream?

Why not let him dream again.

Never regret meeting that person, just hate, since met, why leave?

Since met, why just in a hurry that year.