Open your eyes, raise your head, and the world appears in front of you.

Appeared in front of Liu Ling.

The whole world is illuminated, the light that can be seen, the world that can be seen, and the things that were originally covered by darkness.

"What did you see?"

Liu Mengchao's voice was very soft, but full of rhythm, like a small hammer hitting a drum head.

Dong-dong-dong, dong-dong-dong, little by little the cracks were knocked out of Liu Ling's soul, revealing the light.

"I saw..."

Liu Ling raised his head and saw the scene in front of him for the first time.

The long black hair shawl seemed softer than silk. There was no wind, but it seemed that it would fly away in the next second. Her soft brows and eyes had already become a painting.

But her plump red lips opened and closed gently, as if calling the name of the person in front of her.

"This is……?"

Liu Ling raised his head. His eyes, which were originally filled with blood, seemed to have changed color at this moment. They were completely covered by the scene of the girl in front of him, and he could no longer see other worlds.

That is an extremely familiar person, someone who can be seen every day, and someone who will be forgotten deep in one's memory if he doesn't mention it deliberately.

Do you...remember what you look like?

Liu Mengchao looked at the confused Liu Ling, smiled on his face, and murmured in his heart. This is the scene where a person is most easily ignored and the most easily forgotten scene.

"Is this me?"

Liu Ling raised his head and looked at the portrait that suddenly appeared in front of him. The portrait was not drawn on the paper, but appeared on the ceiling.

The picture on the ceiling became so clearly visible again. Liu Ling's face in the picture was not pale, and even had a pleasant blush, as if he had just been out in the sun and met a friend.

The face is truly an excellent one, and it seems to say that this is an excellent time. It is isolated from this completely dark and decadent studio. It symbolizes infinite light and freedom.

Watching, watching, Liu Ling subconsciously raised her hand. She wanted to wipe her eyes. There was some moisture there, as if it was wet with tears.

A touch of cold touch passed across his fingertips, and a pleasant smile appeared on Liu Ling's face.

"Who is that?"

Liu Mengchao's voice sounded again, like a sudden cool breeze in summer. Even if it doesn't refresh people instantly, it can still make people feel boundless joy from the bottom of their hearts. This joy has nothing to do with the sun.

Not attached to the wind and moon, it just floats gently in my heart, and then falls swayingly.

The sweet feeling couldn't help but spread from the corners of Liu Ling's mouth. She smiled, raised her head, looked at the person in the picture, and said softly.

"That's me."

"When were you?"

Questions followed closely, with a hint of distrust and a hint of hope, hoping that Liu Ling could answer this question. This question is not difficult, it just requires you to take a step forward.

Liu Ling subconsciously raised her hand, wanting to touch herself in the picture above her head. Her hand was raised very high. It was trembling slightly at the top, and the air was kissing her fingertips, but it did not touch her skin.

A little bit closer.

I want to stand on tiptoe.

Thinking of this, Liu Ling just stood on tiptoe subconsciously.

call!

In a daze, it seemed that a gust of breeze blew past Liu Ling's hair and the girl's ankles. Those naked ankles were still stepping on the paper as white as snow. Now, this original

The person who should only exist on the paper flew up and left the paper as thin as a cicada's wings.

Liu Ling began to float slowly, rising little by little. Her white dress stained with blood floated quietly in the dark studio, like a displaced dandelion, but it seemed that she had already discovered herself.

It's home.

The speed was not slow, Liu Ling was floating firmly towards himself on the ceiling.

Close! Close!

In a daze, Liu Ling seemed to be able to feel his own breathing on the ceiling. He was turning his eyes in that scene, and he could also feel his own black eyes.

Two living people meet in this dream.

"Hello."

Liu Mengchao said slowly.

But when the voice rang in Liu Ling's ears, it had already become a girl's voice. No, it was not just a girl's voice. This voice was so familiar to Liu Ling, yet so strange at the same time.

That is exactly my own voice!

"Hello!"

Liu Ling replied subconsciously, reaching out his hand and stroking the face of the girl in the picture.

"Want to go out?" Liu Mengchao said with a smile, his tone was so soft, like a murmur in a dream, "The sunshine outside is very good."

Want to go out?

Get out! As long as you get out, this recurring nightmare will wake up, and the cage that traps you will be broken! Liu Ling's eyes became sharp unconsciously, and she straightened up suddenly and looked around.

go.

In the empty studio, the dark and silent studio, there is only myself, only those pens, those papers, and the blood that I have spilled on the ground.

Going out? Going out means betrayal!

Go out? Going out means forgetting!

Going out? Going out means escaping!

Can't betray! Can't forget! Can't escape!

Liu Ling's head shook violently, and his eyes instantly turned red. Liu Mengchao exhaled softly, staring at every subtle expression on Liu Ling's face. He already knew that everything had reached the most critical moment.

When he committed suicide by cutting his wrists, the sound of dripping blood entered Liu Ling's dream.

The white papers scattered throughout the studio were originally countless looping psychological hints, which would only make people focus their thoughts on these pictures. But now... I have focused all Liu Ling's attention on them.

On the ceiling!

now... now...

There's only one thing left!

Eliminate that petty feeling of guilt.

The corners of Liu Mengchao's mouth turned up, and his voice gradually became colder. It seemed as if the cold wind suddenly blew around Liu Mengchao and rushed directly to Liu Ling's position.

There was no clothing to keep out the cold, there was no sunlight, there... there was nothing but darkness.

Her neck suddenly shrank, and Liu Ling shivered. Her eyes, which were originally filled with blood, were stained with white frost in an instant, her vermilion lips began to turn white, and her body seemed to have begun to frost.

frost.

It's getting so cold. I don't want to go out anymore. Liu Ling thought to himself, subconsciously shrinking his neck to avoid the restraint from his heart.

"It's so cold, I don't want to go out at all."

Liu Mengchao's voice rang out at the right time.

Liu Ling nodded, subconsciously nodded, subconsciously agreed, and subconsciously lost her will. She didn't know what she should do, she just followed Liu Mengchao's words blankly.

because……

Every word Liu Mengchao said was what he thought in his heart!

I don't want to go out, not because I'm afraid of escaping, not because I'm afraid of betrayal, not because I'm afraid of forgetting, but just because...

It's so cold outside! The world outside is really cold! It's so cold that people shiver and tremble, it's so cold that it makes people feel cold and desperate!

His body was trembling and his mind was gradually freezing. Liu Ling seemed like a lost person who could no longer find his way out or his direction.

She just stood quietly in mid-air, waiting, waiting for Liu Mengchao's next words, next voice, next... a hint of light and freedom.

Seeing this situation, Liu Mengchao breathed a sigh of relief, turned his gaze, and looked at the person standing at the edge of the room.

"Is the outside world really that cold?"

Liu Mengchao said slowly, and Liu Ling's eyes suddenly lit up.

"What if I ask someone else?"

Liu Mengchao continued.

Ask someone else?

Liu Ling was suddenly startled, and then he started shouting loudly.

"No! You will be deceived, betrayed, and abandoned! No one in the world is trustworthy!"

No one in the world is trustworthy?

Hearing Liu Ling's words, Liu Mengchao raised the corner of his mouth, looked at the figure standing in the corner, and laughed.

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