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"Yi, I can't swim."

"Yi, I like you."

What sounded in his head was the past voice of his loved one, so beautiful.Every photo recorded every appearance of Ye Luoan at that time.

The voice can recall that the photo is still there, but the person in the photo, the one he loved, is dead.

This message bypassed Han Yi's entire body from beginning to end before being transmitted to Han Yi's consciousness.

On the day of his engagement, Ye Luoan jumped off the building and died.

How painful it is, listening to his engagement and festive music, his lover chose to commit suicide.

Han Yi half-bent, bent over to kiss the photo on the ground.I saw the tears that flowed out suddenly dripping on the photo, blurring the lover's face.He was so frightened that he quickly wiped it with his wrist, picked up the photo, put it to his mouth and blew it.

Just as he picked it up, he kissed it lightly.With just one bite, he was afraid that his current state would damage his precious photo.After the kiss, he just watched, with greed in his eyes.

After a while, he put all the photos together according to the time they were taken, and posted them with his whole body.

Heartache, hatred, nothing is greater than death.

When Ye Luoan was still around, Han Yi knew that he couldn't do without this person, that he couldn't live without this person in his life.

I don't know if he is looking at the photos or the air in the room, Han Yi mumbled to himself, "I calculated it seriously today. We have known each other for almost 13 years. How many 13 years are there in life?"

"You know, there are many things I haven't told you. In fact, I fell in love with you at first sight back then, but I didn't understand it at the time."

"Actually, I am very grateful that you have been by my side all these years, even if I never dared to disclose our relationship."

As he said that, Han Yi seemed annoyed, clenched his bloody fist, and slammed it hard to the ground, "If I had discovered earlier and discovered those people's schemes, maybe we would still be together."

"Ye Luoan, why are you willing to let go of me, why are you willing to..."

In the vain world, he was left alone.

No one will call him by his name affectionately, hold him when he is happy, and lie in his arms when he is sad.

"Ye Luoan, Ye Luoan..."

Han Yi stuck the photos on the cold ground for a whole night.

His face gradually turned blue, and his forehead began to feel hot.

He found that his own head was getting heavier and his eyes were a little blurred.

He stood up tremblingly, went to the kitchen and took out a few bottles of red wine and two wine glasses, then went back to the bedroom and sat down.

He can't sleep deeply, don't have empty arms.

Han Yi put two wine glasses facing each other on the ground, and poured them one by one.

He picked up one wine glass and tapped the other, "Cheers, Ye Luoan, I'm sorry."

After finishing the drink, refill the glass, "Ye Luoan, I miss you."

Then the third cup, "Ye Luoan, I love you."

I don't know how long and how many cups he drank, Han Yi fell to the ground drunk, knocked over the wine glass, and the glass shattered all over the floor.

His lover is dead, his heart is gone, why should he live, "Ye Luo'an, when those people are punished, I will go down and look for you, do you agree?"

"I miss you so much, I miss you so much."

He hadn't been able to hear the answer, and no one had told him the answer.

Han Yi fell into a drowsy sleep, the window was half open, and the wind kept blowing on him.

Drunk life, dreaming of death, life is better than death.

Day and night alternate in a blink of an eye, and it is hard to tell whether this second is day or night.

Half asleep and half awake, Han Yi seemed to see someone approaching.It's just that his eyelids are thick and his mind is too confused. He can't see this person's face clearly.

This person stayed beside him for a long time, as if there was another person around this person and around him.What the two of them were talking about, Han Yi listened intermittently, but couldn't hear clearly.

who is it?

Is it a dream?

As if it was just a dream.

It was three days before Han Yi fully woke up and regained his sanity.

As soon as Han Yi opened his eyes, he saw Feng Si who was putting a warm towel on his forehead.Seeing him wake up, Feng Si laughed excitedly, "You're finally awake!"

Han Yi shook his neck slightly, feeling a severe headache.He half closed his eyes, expressing his acquiescence.

After being overjoyed, Feng Si sank, and said to Han Yi, "You are cruel enough to yourself, you are really cruel."

Feng Si guessed that he would never forget the moment when he opened the door and saw the scene in the room.

The room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, and Han Yi lay quietly on the ground beside a pile of fine glass residues.As long as you move your body a little, those glass residues will pierce into Han Yi's body like needlepoints.

Feng Si was even more startled. It was Han Yi's bloody fingers who wrote the messy, blood-red words on the ground.

Love.

Loan.

dead.

There are also some missing strokes.

Feng Si couldn't understand the meaning in the words.

But the tragic situation in front of him made Feng Si have to suspect that he entered a murder scene, not a normal person's home.He was so frightened that he quickly helped Han Yi up and called for a private doctor.

Personally, Han Yi was drinking according to his dead spirit.

Stomach bleeding and high fever, if Feng Si hadn't come in time, maybe people would really lose their lives.

This person is awake now, and he looks like a living dead.

Seeing that Han Yi didn't respond, Feng Si finally asked what he had been holding back all along, "What's the relationship between you and Ye Luo'an?"

Han Yi didn't say a word at first, and after trying to cough out a few times, he said clearly, "He and I, we are lovers."

Feng Si was stunned for a moment, and he continued to ask in disbelief, "Lover? Do you know what you're talking about?"

Han Yi suddenly let out a weird laugh, with a bitter smile, "Yes, of course I know. I should have admitted that he and I are lovers. Otherwise, he wouldn't die with regret."

As he said that, Feng Si saw that Han Yi slowly raised his hand to cover his eyes.Han Yi covered it, but Feng Si could feel the damaged subordinates and painful eyes.

Han Yi was not joking, not joking.

Feng Si swallowed nervously, no wonder...

No wonder Ye Luo'an died, Han Yi became weird, like a different person.

Man and man, Feng Si couldn't imagine how much pressure the two would have to bear when they were together.When he was startled, Han Yi opened his mouth, "Go back first, give me a day, and come to me the day after tomorrow."

Feng Si was surprised, "Go back?"

Han Yi responded, turned around, and turned his back to Feng Si.

Feng Si had no choice but to clean up the ground silently.Before leaving, he quietly glanced at Han Yi's back, he was already surprisingly thin.