Ju Nian was struggling to get out of bed without any hesitation. Han Shu pulled her hard and tripped her invisibly. She fell on the bed and screamed in slightest.

Her panic was so unconcealable that Han Shu, who was walking to her bed with great energy, finally felt a little embarrassed.

He said, "I just want a quilt, I really have no bad thoughts."

But his hand still held a corner of the only quilt tightly in his hand.

Han Shu was an adult, so he quickly felt that this ambiguous aura that was half from him, half from darkness and chaos. This aura was like a poppy, combined with his inner demon, urging the deadly flowers to bloom little by little.

Somehow he sat on the edge of the bed, his throat tightened, and he murmured like a dream, "Are you so afraid of me?"

He didn't even realize that one of his hands had reached out and gently touched her face in the darkness. He didn't dare to do this when he was awake, but was he awake now? He could be so close to her when he was awake? He didn't even know the encounter between the ice and snow just now and the scene in front of him, just like Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng and the butterfly, which one was a dream and which one was true.

Ju Nian tripped in a castle made of quilts, supported the bed board with her hands and shrank back, her face leaning to the limit to avoid Han Shu's touch. Then, unexpectedly, she rushed to the other direction along the bed and tried to escape, as if she had escaped the bed and could temporarily survive her fear. However, as soon as her feet landed on the ground, Han Shu pressed her back with one hand.

Ju Nian's face was buried on the sheet immediately and she said in horror: "Don't do this, Han Shu, don't do this, don't do this..."

She seemed to only remember this sentence, don't do this, she also has her inner demon, like a nightmare, boundless.

"How is it, like this... or this..." Han Shu asked in a hoarse voice. He knew that he was like the most unbearable disciple, a shameless gangster, and he was getting more and more extraordinary, but his heart and hands were not allowed to do so.

Ju Nian began to struggle, and Han Shu's restraint made her work like a trapped beast, making her dying efforts.

"What are you nervous about? If you do this again, I'm going to shout." She gasped and warned.

"Okay." Han Shu answered very simply.

She wouldn't shout, otherwise she wouldn't have waited until now. Zero hour is approaching, and the sound of firecrackers is gradually rising. She knew that her shouting was destined to be swallowed up in the wave of New Year's Eve carnival. Apart from alarming Xiao Feiming who was asleep, she could not call anyone, but she absolutely did not want Feiming to witness all this.

Han Shu's reason floated into the air, looking at her who was doing evil. Ju Nian's body was very hot, and the heat was ironing his frozen soul just now. He couldn't look at her face carefully, but he probably wouldn't condense like cold jade, nor would it be as cold as ice. She could no longer be in the outside world and looked at him indifferently, and could no longer say "Han Shu, this is my business." Whether this is a good thing or not, at least it is a matter between "they". This feeling made Han Shu feel extremely crazy as if he was poisoned, although he was tearing apart the veil of warmth that had finally covered them, doing things that he didn't want to be despised.

For many years, Xie Juinian has been a demonic obstacle in Han Shu's heart and a heat source that he instinctively pursued, but when he approached, he always felt cold.

Now she can no longer get cold.

Slight sweat beads of sweat were already oozing out between Ju Nian's chest, but she was still trying to push Han Shu's face away. Her strength and nails made Han Shu taste the bloody smell of the wound on his face. He had to distract himself from freeing up a hand to suppress it, otherwise he would not have doubted that her fingers could snatch his eyes out.

In the overturning entanglement, Han Shu grabbed the corner of the cloth. It did not belong to the quilt or part of the sheet because he found the button.

It was a dress, it was not his, nor hers. With the eyes that adapted to the darkness, Han Shu finally confirmed that it was an old dress for a light-colored man.

Ju Nian also noticed this dress, and she actually gave up protecting her body and snatched the dress frantically. Han Shu suppressed her with the weight of her body, moved the dress away, and just a few centimeters away from reaching her hand.

A few centimeters, Ju Nian seemed to have forgotten Han Shu's misconduct on her, just stretched out her hand and groped on the messy sheets, but it was still a few centimeters away.

"Whose?" Han Shu asked in her chest.

He did not forget the man's clothes that Fei Ming said. Ju Nian's face was very red at that time, and his body was even more boiling.

Ju Nian's chest was fluctuating violently, and she would not answer at all.

But Han Shu found the answer in her out of control.

This is a single choice question, and there is never only one answer.

That is Wu Yu.

She folded her clothes neatly next to her pillow, allowing it to sleep with her. Perhaps for so many years, this was the only fulcrum that supported her to spend a woman's youthful life as calm as water.

Han Shu couldn't tell whether she was shocked or pitiful. Could it be that she could pretend that Wu Yu was by her side? No, even when Wu Yu was alive, he had never lie beside Xie Juinian like this. Han Shu was more qualified than anyone else to confirm this. She was a pitiful person who deceived herself to the extreme, but he was not the same. He was alive, but he lost to a dead person, without any suspense.

Too many emotions cannot be found, so Han Shu is angry.

This was the second time he had touched her body, and the scene was also unbearable. The only difference was that she was so drunk the previous time. This time, she was completely awake. Their limbs were entangled, although this entanglement, every move she struggled wanted his life. Inadvertently, Ju Nian's sudden bent knees made Han Shu's lower abdomen hurt, so he forced her legs to open up and held her face with both hands.

Ju Nian closed her eyes tightly. Han Shu didn't know if she felt pain, because she didn't cry out, had no expression, and had no words, just struggled desperately. She wrapped her soul tightly. He touched her body, but couldn't.

But Han Shu knew that she could hear it at least, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You forgot that Wu Yu is dead?"

Eleven years were enough to make the boy turn into a dry bone. Han Shu wanted Ju Nian to know that he was dead and would never come back to snuggle with her.

"He is not dead, he is always by my side!" Ju Nian finally spoke, and opened her eyes to look at Han Shu who was close to her. She might not be able to fight Han Shu, but she could at least let him know that he could never replace his little monk.

"He's been there all the time, but I can't see it."

Han Shu laughed a few times, leaned down, and asked, "Can he see? Then can he see us now? Right next to us?"

He heard the scream of Ju Nian pressing against his throat, and he swallowed even more, but she still resisted him.

"If he is there, if he cares about you, what is he doing now? He can stop me, slap me in the face and kick me off you, can he do it?"

"Han Shu, you are a bastard!" Ju Nian's arched legs were pressed down by Han Shu again.

"I'm a bastard, he's good at everything. He's still gloomy after eleven years of death!" Han Shu panted and shouted at the invisible place, "Come on, Wu Yu, aren't you there? I don't even need to do anything. You say something, just say something, I'll let her go immediately... Otherwise, you don't even need to say anything, just give me some hints, anything is fine, I'll roll off her immediately, get out of her immediately!"

"Shut up, shut up, can I beg you?"

"I just don't shut up. Are you waiting for him to possess, appear, and come back from the dead? Wu Yu, she likes you so much, she wishes that she can't let me get out. You don't even want to do this for her? If you care about her, are you still a man like this?"

Ju Nian freed up his hand at this time and slapped Han Shu hard. He finally stopped clamoring at Wu Yu. If Ju Nian was painful and panicked just now, then her eyes were now a kind of madness on the verge of disillusionment and despair. She had always refused to say that she hated Han Shu because the hatred was too heavy, but in this second, she hated him to death. He tried to break her last belief, and she knew that he would make her feel at ease. He left her nowhere to stay.

The slap was really not bad. Han Shu's face was slapped heavily to one side, but Ju Nian began to cry at this time.

Before this, Han Shu never knew that a person would have so much sorrow and so many tears.

Ju Nian gradually stopped struggling.

It seemed as if she was still waiting.

Wu Yu, are you really here? Are you really accompanying me in places I can’t see, as I thought? If you are, please give me the last mercy.

Han Shu said: "We might as well take a look together, if he is still there."

The orange year is like a lonely boat in the waves, jogging and having nowhere to rely on. Her only return is a mirage.

Han Shu's breathing began to become heavy, with extreme happiness and extreme pain intersecting.

She had seen such confusion. It was an upside down night, belonging to the young Wu Yu and Chen Jiejie in the Martyrs Cemetery, not Xie Juinian.

In the suburbs where fireworks are burning, deafening sounds are coming one after another. The sky outside must be full of brightness, but she can't see it. In the room, the wind is unwilling to visit, the air is stagnant, only the breath of desire, and the curtains have not gently tilted a corner. Except for Han Shu and her heartbeat, Ju Nian can't hear anything.

"Did you believe it? He won't show up, because he had died long ago, and what he wanted when he was not dead might not be you."

Han Shu won, and he made Ju Nian believe in at least one thing.

Wu Yu is dead.

Even if he was alive, he would not be by her side. On the last side, he came to say goodbye. He had imagined her hometown in Saibei countless times, the paradise of his dreams, but when he decided to give up everything and go there, it was not her that he wanted to take away. Ju Nian had embarked on that journey alone several years after Wu Yu left. She stood on the plain that Wu Yu longed for but could not reach, and could not feel any familiar breath, but felt empty and desolate.

It turns out that she has always been the only one.

Ju Nian shed the last tears of the night.

Han Shu felt the soft hands hanging down on the edge of the bed in a very pleasant sense.

There was no expression on her face, as if even her body was not hers.

So he stroked her hair and her face with dried tears.

"He is dead, but you still have me."

Then, he heard her empty voice.

She asked, "Who are you?"

Who is he? Han Shu seemed to be poured on a basin of snow water. He thought of treating her well for the rest of his life, but he couldn't see this person now, only saw the naked, disgusting himself.

All the passion and desires were destroyed like a burst of blue smoke at this moment. Han Shu collapsed and slowly fell on the sweaty Ju Nian, as if he was dead.

Ju Nian didn't move either. They maintained a posture for a long time, so long that it seemed to be enough to rot into dust.

They were tired, very tired. They seemed to have fallen asleep and woke up at some point. The world outside the window finally calmed down.

From intense to silence, it seems like a lifetime ago, it is not yet dawn.

Han Shu turned over and lay flat on the bed.

"You hate me so much." He was stunned, as if he was talking to the ceiling.

He thought Ju Nian would not answer this question either, but unexpectedly, after a while, Ju Nian made an extremely vague sound.

"Um."

"I never thought I would do something like this. I didn't before, nor now, but I just did it, and I don't know what happened. But it's useless to say anything now. Anyway, tomorrow, tomorrow you can do whatever you want, and I admit everything. But I just hope you can tell me who am I in your heart?"

Ju Nian actually found sadly that she was also thinking about this question, who was he? What was Han Shu to her? The evil man who could die a hundred times, the plaster that was silly and slutty, the bastard who intersected her entire youth, the spectator who influenced her fate, broke into her dusty world, and exposed her quietness because of the lonely person.

He is not her lover, nor is he a passerby.

Sometimes she would rather equate him with Lin Henggui, but she also knew that he was not Lin Henggui.

Ju Nian didn't think about loving Han Shu, but all her secret memories were only related to him. Eleven years ago, he was by her side, and youth was still like astringent cardamom. Eleven years later, the only thing that grew old was last night, but he was still by his side. Who can see through the mystery of fate?

"Maybe you know what I think about you, which started a long time ago. I don't know what to do, and I have done a lot of things I still regret now. I regret not being able to hold my face and explaining to you clearly. I regret following you to the Martyrs Cemetery that day. Maybe I should let you and Wu Yu leave, and I regret believing in my godmother after something happened. I am so naive, thinking she will do everything well, and then we can be together, and I regret that I didn't have the courage to stand up at that time.

.I have had more than a hundred dreams to make up for this shortcoming. It’s useless, I can only dream. What I regret the most is because I’m afraid of not even going to see you. I didn’t do anything in the past eleven years... But there is only one thing I don’t regret, and I can say it, no matter what you think. Maybe I’m really a shameless bastard, but I haven’t regretted that night, in that small hotel, I and you... I know that it’s not glorious, that’s wrong, but I don’t regret it."

It was difficult for Ju Nian to remember the details of that night. She suddenly realized that she was completely opposite to Han Shu. She often recalled the nightmares that followed after dawn, and she helped herself one after another many years later. However, that night, she rarely thought about it, and even deliberately avoided it, just as if the film of memory was broken out of thin air.

"You said, if I sent you home that night, or we didn't meet you at all, what would it look like now?" Han Shu asked a ridiculous question.

She might find Wu Yu, really kill Lin Henggui, or avoid this disaster, watch Wu Yu go to prison, wait for him, or finally meet another man, and live a life smoothly. If it is an infinite possibility, it is never possible.

Ju Nian said: "I don't know. Anyway, how to live, it's all your life."

They each held a corner of the quilt and lay on a messy bed. I wonder how ridiculous this scene would be. She could beat him and scold him to drive him away. Anyway, everything would be fine, instead of having the most frank conversation they had since met at this most inappropriate time.

Perhaps they all felt physically and mentally exhausted, exhausted and unable to carry any intense and dramatic plot. Then, they continued to fall asleep absurdly.

Before the last trace of consciousness disappeared, Han Shu, the unswerving materialist, looked around the black room and said silently in his heart to the empty corner: "I'm sorry."
Chapter completed!