I twisted my body unconsciously, but I could feel a pair of powerful arms hugging me layer by layer, accompanied by soft voices.
In a trance, I slowly opened my eyes and saw a familiar figure shaking in front of my eyes. At first, I laughed a little at my stupid thoughts, how could it be possible, how could he come to this place. When I regained some strength, the illusion still didn't disappear, and the phantom still loomed before my eyes. I tried to remind myself that it was just an imaginary image, but my fingers still couldn't help but feel the urge to touch.
I reluctantly lifted my still stiff fingers, trying to brush the vain cheeks, and couldn't stop myself from being ironic about myself. It turned out that I was so useless!
But when my fingers touched that fantasy moment, my hand retracted almost instantly. How is it possible that it is obviously an illusory thing, why is there still temperature
In order to confirm, I gently covered the fantasy with my finger for the second time, still feeling that way, I couldn't help smiling bitterly, is it even the sense of touch is deceiving myself now
I haven’t taken my finger back for a long time. I want to remember that warm feeling, because I can’t guarantee how much energy I still have. I don’t know how long I can live, so I have to use the only time to remember it firmly. In the heart, it doesn't matter if everything is fake.
"When are you going to touch?" A familiar voice sounded softly in his ears.
I was taken aback. Is it even my ears have problems now
"I know you can't come out alone, but you are still so stubborn, you have to be strong, now you are all right! A half-dead look." Chu Mengfan rebuked slightly, his words revealing infinite worry and anxiety.
I started to laugh at myself for being so unbelievable. Do I expect him to say that to myself
"Why, why don't you talk when you wake up, is it dumb?"
The voice sounded again, why did his voice appear repeatedly in his mind? But there is still an inexplicable relief in my heart, even if it is talking to myself, so that I am not alone now.
"Asshole, who do you say is dumb! Who made you a heartless, heartless person!" I intertwined my hatred for him in this sentence, as if doing so can make me feel better. Better.
I can see a strange expression on his face, he seems to be angry at what I just said, watching me dissatisfied.
I don't care if he makes any expressions to me. In fact, this is also good, at least I don't have to worry about how to spend the remaining time.
However, this feeling is too real, so real that it makes me feel a little unbelievable, and a little bit chilling.
"Swear when you wake up, I think you are getting bolder and bolder!"
"Anyway, are you really here? What's wrong with scolding you? Don't scold you, don't scold you!"
That face looked a little confused and puzzled. He looked at me blankly, but immediately smiled faintly, lowered his voice and said coldly, "Do you think I'm an illusion?"
I nodded at him confidently.
"If you think so, you will be disappointed. Whose arms do you think you are lying in now?"
I moved when I heard the words, it felt so real, and I could hear the pounding sound of my heart beating, I could feel my cheeks suddenly turning into blushes.
"Are you real?"