The man with a cold face walked into the room and looked at the two women hugging each other without saying a word.

The younger woman wanted to explain something, but was pushed aside by him. The man held the other woman's neck with his hands, and asked coldly

and fiercely, "Where are you going?" Ding He was still facing the direction of the door, his eyelashes trembled slightly, brushing over Yu Jin's palm. Yu Jin broke Ding He's shoulder and kissed his lips forcefully: "Don't look at it, it's all fake." Ding He looked at him without blinking, his body was cold and stiff, like a lifeless statue sculpture. Yu Jin also stared straight at him, pressing his right hand on the back of his head, so that he could only look in his own direction: "You look at me, only I am real." Yu Jin's body temperature was very high, like a burst of The fire attacked the nerves, occupying all of Ding He's sensory channels. The ice-like lips were finally softened by the fiery heat, turning into melting spring water and wrapping them back gently. Ding He loosely hugged Yu Jin's waist and kissed back softly and meticulously, as cautiously as he was stroking a delicate petal. But his rapid, ragged breathing was like a drowning man holding the last straw. His breathing gradually returned to normal, his body was no longer tense, his eyes were quiet and attached, watching Yu Jin. "It's all over, I won't be affected by this again." Yu Jin looked at him: "It doesn't matter if you can't forget it, leave it to me." Ding He rubbed the top of his hair: "I only remember you before. He held me and sat all night, and the next day I couldn't move my shoulders." Yu Jin frowned, "I'm afraid you'll wake up if I move."

When Ding He was very young, he thought his family was very happy. He has a prominent family background, loving parents, and he is also a leader among his peers, a model for the praise of his elders.

The only downside is that his mother seems to be frail and stays at home all the year round, even he is rarely seen.

He had no doubts at first, but occasionally longed for maternal love. At this time, his father would make more demands on him, taking the opportunity to see his mother as a reward.

He began to be more demanding of himself, trying to become the perfect successor in his father's eyes.

Until one night a quarrel from his mother's room shattered his fantasy.

It was only then that he discovered that his mother was not frail and sick, but was kept at home by his father.

The father was suspicious by nature and always doubted that the mother would befriend other men. The mother, on the other hand, was gentle and cowardly, and was accustomed to being submissive.

But she didn't expect that with the growth of time, her father's suspicion would intensify, and even to the point where she would not be allowed to contact other people at all. And she also found that she could no longer escape from the cage.

Ding He has always known these things, but he can't change it, and he doesn't know how to change it.

At that time, his relationship with Yu Jin was not so close, and he didn't even have anyone to talk to.

He wanted to help his mother escape, but he didn't even have the chance to see her.

The turning point was the caretaker hired when the mother was seriously ill. No matter how strict Ding He's father was, he had to find someone to take care of his wife's life. Ding He's mother finally had the opportunity to contact the outside world, and the nurse happened to be a passionate and righteous girl, promising to help her get out.

Even once obedient, the canary will one day want to get out of the cage.

But these were discovered by Ding He's father. He was so furious that he strangled his wife and put her ashes in a necklace and took it with him.

Ding He saw all this with his own eyes.

He still remembered that day when he and Yu Jin originally made an appointment to go out, but halfway through, he found that he had forgotten something, so he had to turn back, but he happened to encounter this scene.

Ding He smoothed Yu Jin's eyebrows and carefully described the shape of his eyes: "I always have to wake up."

"It was the first time I saw you cry so sadly, and I was frightened." Yu Jin was scratched by him. The end of the eye was a little itchy, and he blinked.

Ding He puzzled and asked, "Did I be scary at the time?"

Yu Jin nodded sincerely: "I didn't say a word, and I didn't want to move, like a puppet. I told you a lot, but you didn't seem to hear it. It's been a long time. But he hugged me and cried."

Ding He coughed softly to cover up: "No need to remember."

Yu Jin looked calm: "This is the first time I saw you cry. You used to always keep a smile, and you didn't encounter anything. I will panic. Although I can tell when you are in a bad mood, it is the first time I have seen you revealing your emotions so directly." A

trace of sadness appeared in Ding He's eyes, and he seemed to recall the mood at that time.

Yu Jin held his face and made his eyes face him: "Actually, you don't have to hide anything, I won't alienate you because of your emotions. Whenever you want to say it, I will listen."

"On the contrary . I would think..." Yu Jin approached his face and exhaled lightly, "It's cute."

"My temper is so bad, you have always let me. But I also want to help you share the pain, I want to know about you What are you worrying about? Can you rely on me once in a while?"

Ding He laughed softly, hugged him gently, and confided his warm breath in his ear: "Then I'm going to act like a spoiled child."

Yu Jin, who was waiting outside the house that day It was found that Ding He had not come out for a long time, so he had no choice but to go in to look for it, but found Ding He standing by the door alone, his eyes blank, as if his soul had been taken away.

He saw the man strangle the woman's neck, and the woman lost her breath without even having a chance to struggle.

He knew that the people in the room would find them if he looked further, so he could only drag Ding He to his room with difficulty, trying his best to recall his thoughts.

Ding He was silent for a long time, then suddenly threw him against the wall, hugging him and crying quietly.

When Ding He even cried, he was restrained and hardly made a sound. He shed tears and fell asleep for some reason. Yu Jin was hugged tightly by him, he didn't dare to move, so he could only sit with him all night.

"I like you."

Ding He lowered his head and rubbed his neck gently, murmuring like a spoiled child: "I like you."

Yu Jin blushed more and whispered, "I like you too."

Ding He listened He smiled even more and coaxed: "Then you can't leave me."

If you want to leave, I'll catch you back.

Yu Jin reluctantly patted him on the back: "Okay." The

surrounding scenery quickly receded to both sides, and the two returned to the brightly lit corridor.

Ding He squinted and stared in a certain direction: "You can come out now."

That direction was quiet, not even a gust of wind had ever blown.

There was a hint of coldness in Ding He's voice: "Do you have to force me to get you out?"

Yu Jin also looked in that direction with a calm expression on his face.

A young man suddenly came out from the corner of the stairs, knelt on the ground, pounding the air around him, as if caught in painful memories.

A trace of surprise flashed across Ding He's face: "He's not dead?" The

young man was exactly Qin Yang they met in the supermarket the day before. He should have been sucked to death by his own knife, but he survived unexpectedly, and even possessed another kind of power.

"Is this... the power of the Moon God?" Yu Jin pondered, "Using the memories rejected by people's hearts as the content of the illusion, people indulge in it."

Ding He nodded thoughtfully: "I seem to understand. But in fact, illusions don't have to be painful memories, they can also be beautiful. If he immerses people in good memories, people will not be able to extricate themselves."

"If you Will you be immersed in seeing another me in the fantasy?" Yu Jin pursed his lips, his body tense unconsciously, "That's the kind of me that's more perfect."

Ding He shook his head: "The dream is fake , no matter how perfect it is, it is made up. I don't like the feeling of being played with."

He curled his lips and smiled: "And there is no more perfect you."

Yu Jin's eyes softened: "No one I can replace you."

Seeing that Qin Yang was about to torment himself to death, Ding He withdrew his strength and looked at him condescendingly: "You are not dead?"

Qin Yang's eyes shot an unwilling light: "You are still alive, how could I die? ?"

Ding He smiled slightly: "You can come and kill us, as long as you can do it."

Qin Yang pressed his right hand on his left arm, Yu Jin knew his purpose at a glance, and reminded: "You don't remember the last time. Is something wrong?"

Thinking of this, Qin Yang became even more angry. In any case, he didn't want to believe that his own knife would actually betray him.

And after that time, the power of the knife seemed to flow backwards, and the bloodstains retreated to the starting point, which was equivalent to all his previous efforts in vain.

He slowly drew the knife from his arm: "Do you think I'm still the same me before?"

"You saw the Moon God, right? He resurrected you." Ding He looked at him calmly.

Hearing this title, Qin Yang's eyes flashed with disgust: "So what?"

"Do you remember what he looked like?"

"Why should I tell you?" Qin Yang said coldly, and rushed towards the two of them. come over.

He knew that he had been cornered and could only fight to the death. Although the power of his beloved sword had declined, his own fighting skills were still there.

He also has the power of the moon god to use.

When Yu Jin saw the person who drew the knife and rushed towards him, he suddenly turned into Ding He. He wanted to dodge for a moment, then pulled out the knife that was exactly the same as the one in Qin Yang's hand, and resisted: "Don't stand against him. face."

The man who kept Ding He's appearance raised his lips strangely: "Don't you like it?"

His position cut directly between Ding He and Yu Jin, separating them in half, and Yu Jin could not see it. The real Ding He.

Yu Jin was forced to take a few steps to the side and raised his knife to resist.

But as he fought, he sensed something was wrong.

If Qin Yang is fighting against him, what is Ding He facing?

He thought about it, stopped, and watched Qin Yang's knife stab straight into his chest.

He looked down at the bubbling blood and the icy tip of the knife, and raised a slightly mocking smile: "Can you still support such a fantasy with your energy?" The

surrounding scenes started with the blade piercing into the body. It collapsed and shattered, until the attacker with Ding He's face.

In the real world, Qin Yang knelt on the ground, only supported his body with a knife, panting and looking at Ding He in front of him angrily.

On the other hand, Ding He's expression was calm, as if he was walking in the courtyard, but his whole body exuded a powerful deterrent that could not help but surrender: "I will ask you one last time, what is the moon god like?"

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