811: C811 Hand Give It to Me

C811 Hand Give It to Me

He just looked at that little bit of light, and the range gradually shrank until there were only that little stars left.

Was he going to die?

Bo Qian thought helplessly.

Am I going to die?

It's good that I'm going to die.

Once he's dead, everything will be over.

If he died, he didn't have to worry about losing control one day and doing something that couldn't be salvaged.

If he died, how clean would it be?

Bo Qian closed his eyes, and the last bit of light gradually disappeared.

He accepted his fate.

As for the rest, forget it.

This could be considered a release.

Bo Qian thought so. He had almost given up struggling. In the past few years, he had been struggling. He had always wanted to be a normal person.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he wore a layer of human skin that looked like a decent person. He lived under the sunlight and looked at other people's normal lives. Others admired his bright appearance, but he envied their normal lives.

He would let it go just like that.

Bo Qian had already admitted it, and he didn't want to struggle anymore.

However, the process of falling was suddenly stopped by someone.

Beneath his feet, there was an empty space. He looked down and saw that it was so dark that he couldn't see the bottom.

Bo Qian raised his head and looked at the person who pulled him. He could vaguely see a familiar outline.

Then, the light gradually became clear.

He saw the gloomy face looking at him with anger and anxiety. That hand was firmly holding his hand.

He did not fall down again.

That person spoke coldly at him, "Do you want to die? You want to die just like that? Are you willing? Because you are afraid of losing control and getting into trouble, do you want to die? "

The questions were clear and intense.

Bo Qian looked at her blankly.

That voice was getting darker and heavier. "You can't die! You can't die like this. I will definitely pull you back. I will definitely!"

No, you can't pull me back.

No one can pull me back.

Bo Qian moved his lower lip. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he couldn't say anything.

"Give me your hand. I'll take you back!"

"I swear I will bring you back!"2

That hand tightly grabbed onto him.

The hand that held him began to feel pain.

"Go back?"

Bo Qian repeated the word in a daze.

"Yes, come back!"

The voice said anxiously.

Bo Qian stared at his tightly clenched hand. The face in front of him gradually became familiar.

It was her...

Bo Qian's lips moved soundlessly twice.

He stared at the hand for a while, then he stretched out his hand tentatively.

Just as he was halfway there, his hand was grabbed by someone.

That hand dragged him into a patch of light just like that.

... ""

Bo Qian suddenly sat up from the bed. His eyes were blank. He looked around blankly and found out that he was in his room. He slowly breathed a sigh of relief and laid down on the sofa. He grabbed his hair with one hand.

He remembered that... he fainted.

And then...

Bo Qian closed his eyes. Some of his memories suddenly became clear.

A blurry image flashed in his mind. Bo Qian looked at his hands in a daze. They were clean and slender, no different from the past.

Bo Qian stared at the tiny marks in his nails that were about to fade away.

Could this be...

The door was suddenly opened.

Mu Shinian saw that he had woken up and the corners of her lips curled up. "You're awake. Do you want to drink some porridge?"

Bo Qian froze and stared at the bowl of hot porridge in her hand. He was very curious. "Did you cook it?"

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