One King, Two Young Masters, His Royal Highnesses

[In that world, there is nothing but darkness. I think I will never be able to escape from that world, because I am powerless to struggle, so let me keep falling like this, even if I can never see the dawn again. 】

——Mu Qingcheng

In the early morning, the sun was shining brightly, but unfortunately, the sun was blocked by the black floor-to-ceiling curtains of exquisite workmanship, which was airtight, and only some inconspicuous light could be vaguely seen.

Qian Weiran lay on the bedside and didn't know when she was so tired that she fell asleep. It is estimated that Mu Qingcheng tortured Lord Ran quite badly last night.

Otherwise, it's already late, and Qian Weiran hasn't woken up yet.

In the not very bright ward, there is a touch of warmth, because the girl was so tired that she fell asleep lying on the boy's bedside, it was indeed a very harmonious picture.

However, the short peace will always be broken, because Mu Qingcheng woke up.

The eyelashes of the boy lying on the bed trembled slightly, his handsome face was much better than yesterday's, but still a little pale, he slowly opened his eyes, the light green pupils seemed to be sleepy, 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, he could clearly feel the needle pricking his skin surface, and the injected liquid flowed into his blood vessel little by little. The cold and numb feeling stimulated his previous memories again.

Mu Qingcheng became emotional all of a sudden, shook off the drip needle vigorously, and pressed the needle hole that was still bleeding with his fingers. Because of too much force, the infusion bottle hanging on the shelf was hit hard. Smooth marble, shattered into pieces in seconds.

The fragmented voice woke up Qian Weiran, Qian Weiran didn't know what was going on at all, she looked at all this suddenly inexplicably, and looked at Mu Qingcheng who was sitting on the bed panicked.

"you're awake??"

"How will you be here...."

It was only then that Mu Qingcheng realized that there were other people 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 she said, every A look, Qiu Liluo's persuasion, Jian Yixi used means to open the cabinet, but he couldn't listen, not at all.

In his mind, there is only the endless darkness, that simple black room, the devil in the white coat, and the cold needle pierced into his blood vessel so fiercely, no one came to save him, no matter who he was. No matter how much I asked for help, I couldn't move. That kind of fear, that kind of darkness, that kind of feeling was beyond anyone's comprehension.

They left him alone in that dark room without sunlight. His tears had already been shed dry, and all that was left was intermittent sobbing.

"Mu Qingcheng!! Mu Qingcheng!!"

Mu Qingcheng heard someone calling him, and in an instant, he came back to his senses, saw those clear eyes full of aura, she stretched out her hand and dangled in front of his eyes, Mu Qingcheng realized that he had fallen into that scene again just now. Painful memories.

Just looking at each other for a few seconds, Mu Qingcheng lowered his eyes, he saw, saw the sunshine in her eyes, but he couldn't touch it anymore.

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