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The main story is part 87

It will always fall at night. I do not like the dark, so I can not hinder the entrance. Tomorrow will always last. His words only mean the future, it will not be shown. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

Today is tomorrow every day, prices adhere to each offer.

The bed is still bed and there are almost too many sleeping holes. There is a room with desire still in the room. The man next to me is still he …

After XiYan gives me an anesthetics, I can not feel right at all right. I just feel white shaking in my eyes.

But I know where I am. I also know what is happening now that holds my hand.

XiYan says he does not start to retire it completely and again to participate and participate within 24 hours …

What is the difference? And then I’ve cured it just now, but now seems mixed when I think of it.

Of course, what are the differences? There is no difference. There is nothing I can do or not. My ability to walk before was inadequate …

I do not know when it is, I can not see it. On the other hand, CanSheng looks at the whole process at the nightclub.

I remember that his expression is serious and focused. I can hear the cold sound of the latest medical equipment just to go to bed. This always affects each other, soft sounds of IV sound are soaked in the bed. When my mind is empty, I feel as if I’ve heard the sound of imaging.

It’s a bit. By anesthesia, a rustic sight seems to cut the tips on its own legs and cut them into yellow blood and body fragments and pieces. Tenders will fall and appear …

This obviously looks like the desperation of the fabric crime destroyed before a soft sponge was used. I hear the last warning. Warning that my life is over

Sound after the sound, I finally wake up from pain.

But then I realized that I did not feel pain. It is clear that my foot is not a source of pain.

I connect and put my heart to my right arm. Due to my insomnia last night, it is constantly running. Run out when it’s not even 1 or 2 times a day. So why do I feel pain in my heart?

What I want is your kindness. It still does not appear at the end.

EU loses …

That’s right. In fact, I participated in play. From the moment, I said “You can eliminate it”, it has caused the essence of play a little. It was a 70% true desire and a 30% desire …

I have nothing. I use this broken body and play to notice your pathetic sympathy. I am confident that these months of peaceful life are enough to understand that he has a better security of me and that I do not want to escape from him …

I think he will never kill me because I can sleep in the same bed in these months, share the same pillow and remember some of his stories about the past.

At the end of these ridiculous moons, the same name and my body and blood remain.

The last final point has not changed. I just gained charity

He still does not want me to pay it.

I look at your CanSheng at the bottom of the bed and I see a slightly embarrassing face.

He is very happy …

However, these eyes seem to have some things I do not know – it flows gently, like two dark rivers. It may be his fault against me, but it’s too weak. It’s really too weak.

It is so weak that he can only choke with joy and joy.

Xi’an left …

His fault and sorrow

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Sheng got up and sat down on my head. He catches my hand connected to the 4th drop. The temperature of my hand is almost the same as the temperature of the glass bottle, so it’s very hot. Ice is cold. Silent

“Yun Sheng, do you regret what you said?” He asks.

“No, it will happen in any case sooner or later” I answer.

“It is true that you only said these words, as you knew that you could not escape from it and he pulled his fingers around his long and thin fingers. Some pain goes out before becoming unconscious in the depth of mind.

I do not seek death, I did not leave. From here I will remain beside her …

He should say that.

For some unknown reason, I still want to laugh, but I want to cry again. Second, I do not know what I’ll say when I see his face. These words did not have any doubts. When I say words using my life, the word selling my life got it because I could not escape!

He does not trust me! He was never!

The operation on my foot made me feel very sensitive. Now, this moment is the emotion that you feel when you can not sleep in a calm night, despite being tired and physically and mentally …

At last I can not stand with those silent months. These months sad, or these months of pressure no longer …

“Take away” These words are spoken of anger, I do not think it sounds like a great battle cause.

“YunSheng, my …”

“Go away!” I release my hand away with great force and IV drops injected into a vein in my right split out. So my eyes accompany a weak bloody fog. I left it like a madman, ignoring the wound at my back’s back. Even if I can not feel my smaller body, I still want to take him …

Along with the pain in my heart, this time my hand is more hurt.

“Yes, be calm.”

He has seized my arms that surround and embrace my body.

“Do not worry, Ye Cansheng, do you know how I have made me feel calm every day? Do you know that sometimes I feel just hit my head and die? Do you know how tedious and unbearable for me to live? Do you know that all is because you …? ”

“Do you know we can be a substitute that is much happier and perfect than that …”

His hand drives my wound, a darker red, which will come from the cracks between the fingers, like soft, flexible red snakes around it around the wrist …

“I know Yunsheng. I know we can not be different from. I hope this ends too long, just too long …”

His tone is gentle, I’m calm. I have just passed it for so long …

My foot slightly hurts. It hurts even more than injuries in my hand.

“Ha …”

I groaned a bit. Hunger in my chest has now disappeared. I will fight against his firm-hand hands to touch his face, “Cansheng, these words that you mentioned were those that I said frankly. If you understand me badly, I really do not know.”

“I do not want the future”.

He mildly massages the back of my hand and flashes the eyebrows when he examines distorting injuries.

“I’m going to find Xiyan. Press the same wounds and do not go.” His tone is urgent as possible, so that the wound is too heavy. That’s right, it’s so bleeding.

I carefully raised the corners of my lips and laughed to myself. Everything before me now, this little wound is not the eyes …

Let me take it quietly, accept it quietly …

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Main Story Part 87

Nighttime will always fall. It won’t delay its entrance purely because I don’t like the dark. Tomorrow will always come. It won’t stop arriving purely because his words implied the future.

Every tomorrow will become today, and every promise has a price.

The bed is still the bed that almost has a hole in it from being slept on too much. The room is still the room full of lust. The person beside me is still him…

After XiYan anaesthetises me, I pretty much can’t feel my right foot at all. I only sense the field of white emptiness before my eyes.

But I know where I am. I also know who’s holding my hand as well as what’s happening right now.

XiYan says that he’s not going to completely rip it and that he’ll operate again in 24 hours to join it back together…

What’s the difference? I merely blurted it out back then, but now it seems kind of funny when I think about it.

True, what difference does this make. No difference at all. It’s nothing more than whether or not I can stand up. My ability to walk was already out of consideration ages ago…

I don’t look when it gets ripped, nor can I see it. On the other hand, CanSheng watches the entire process by the bedside.

I remember his expression being serious and full of concentration. I can only lie down and listen to the cold sounds of modern medical tools constantly hitting against each other and the soft sound of the IV drip by the bedhead. As my mind becomes blank, I even feel as though I hear the sound of skin ripping…

Ripping bit by bit. Due to the anaesthetics, it feels like a rusty saw is sawing back and forth at my leg in, cutting off chunks and chunks of crimson blood and flesh. The tendon rips and pops out…

It distinctly resembles the despairing cries of fabric being ripped, before being accompanied by a soft sob. I hear the final warning. Warning me that my life is running out…

Sound after sound, I finally wake up from the pain.

Yet I then realise that I shouldn’t be able to feel pain. It’s obvious that my right leg isn’t the source of agony.

I reach out and place my numb right hand on my heart. It beats constantly at a fast speed, probably due to my insomnia last night. Sigh. Waking up during the day hasn’t happened just once or twice, so why is my heart in so much pain…?

What I desire is his gentleness, and it still doesn’t appear in the end.

I lost…

That’s right. In reality I participated in a gamble. From the moment I said ‘you can rip it’, it slightly carried the nature of a gamble. It was seventy percent sincere feelings and thirty percent desire…

I don’t have anything. I used this broken body to gamble for a hint of Ye CanSheng’s pity. I bet on that these months of a peaceful life would be enough to make him have a better sense of security from me, and to get him to understand that I don’t want to escape from him…

I bet on that these months of sleeping in the same bed and sharing the same pillow could recall some of his nostalgia for the past, so he wouldn’t cruelly destroy me completely…

At the end of these months of laughter is still that same expression and my flesh and blood.

The final ending didn’t change. I only won back some benefaction…

He still isn’t willing to let me go.

I look at Ye CanSheng who’s at the end of the bed and I can see his slightly excited face.

He’s very happy…

However, those eyes seem to contain a few things I don’t know, such as the two dark currents silently flowing in them. It might be his guilt towards me, but, it’s too faint. It’s really too faint.

So faint that it can only be drowned in his joy and excitement.

XiYan came and left…

Carrying his guilt and grief…

His grief is for me, not for him.

Ye CanSheng stands up and sits down beside my head. He grabs onto my hand connected to the IV drip. It’s very warm because the temperature of my hand is almost the same as the water in the glass bottle. Ice cold. Silent.

“YunSheng, do you regret what you said?” he asks.

“No, it’s going to happen sooner or later anyways,” I reply.

“So it’s true that you only said those words because you knew you couldn’t escape from it.” His fingers tighten, wrapping around my long, slender fingers. Slight pain erupts before becoming numb in the depths of my mind.

I won’t seek death, nor will I escape. From here on, I will only stay by his side…

He should’ve said this.

For some unknown reason, I want to laugh yet I also want to cry. For a second I don’t know what to say as I look at his face. Those words didn’t carry a hint of insincerity. The words I used my life to say, the words I traded my lifetime for just got summed up by him as something I did because I couldn’t escape!!

He doesn’t trust me! He never ever has!

The operation on my foot has caused my emotions to become extremely irritable. This moment now is like the agitation you feel when you can’t sleep in the middle of a silent night, despite being both physically and mentally drained…

I finally can’t bear with those months of silence. Those months of chagrin, or those months of oppression anymore…

“Leave.” The words are spoken through chokes of sobs, even I don’t think I sound like I’m putting up much of a fight.

“YunSheng, I…”

“Get lost!!!” I fling his hand away with great strength and the IV drip injected in my vein instantly flies out. It carries a faint mist of blood before my eyes. I push him away like a madman, ignoring the wound on the back of my hand. Even if I can’t feel the lower half of my body, I still want to push him away…

Accompanied by the pain in my heart, this time my hand hurts more.

“YunSheng, calm down.”

He grabs onto my hand that’s flinging around and hugs onto my body.

“Calm down? Ye CanSheng, do you know how I calmed down every day? Do you know that sometimes I feel like just bashing my head and dying!? Do you know how tiring and unbearable it is for me to live? Do you know that all of this is because of you…?”

“Do you know that we can have an alternate ending, one that’s much happier and perfect than this…”

His hand presses against my wound, the crimson red that spills from the gaps between his fingers resemble little, agile red snakes winding around his wrist…

“I know, YunSheng. I know we can have a different ending. But I’ve been looking forward to this ending for too long, just too long…”

His tone is gentle, forcing me to calm down. I’ve clearly endured it so long, why…

My foot slightly hurts. It hurts even more than the wound on my hand.

“Ha…”

I slightly sigh. The anger in my chest is now long gone. I struggle out of his tightly grasped hand to touch his face, “CanSheng, those words you mentioned were ones I said with sincerity. If you misunderstand me like that I’ll truly go mad. Truly.”

“I won’t in the future.”

He gently massages the back of my hand and furrows his brows as he looks at the distorted wound.

“I’ll go find XiYan. Press down on the wound yourself and don’t move around.” His tone is kind of urgent, it’s probably because the injury is too severe. That’s true, it’s bleeding so much.

I gently lift the corners of my lips and laugh at myself. Everything before me is now well, these small wounds are nothing in my eyes…

I should calmly accept it, calmly accept it…

Accept it…

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