The piano sound flows around the room, so beautiful.

And Hara Yisheng, who was like falling into a nightmare, began to calm down gradually, like falling into a sleep again.

Yi Qianjin played attentively, so he didn't notice. Yuan Yisheng's eyelashes trembled. Then, those eyes slowly opened, and then he was stunned when he saw her side figure playing the piano.

The scene in front of him seemed to go back many years ago.

At that time, he always liked to look at her like this and listen to her play the piano.

Even though she always said that she liked his piano, it was clear that she played much better than him.

At that time, he swore in his heart that one day, he would play the piano very well, so well that she would always like the sound of his piano.

Think about it, he was really simple and ridiculous at that time. At that time, he was willing to do everything for her!

In his eyes, she was like a God. Because of her, he changed the fate of their family. He was grateful, respected and liked her

But now he was going to tear her down from the clouds.

Just then, a voice raised, "Hey, you're awake!"

Yuan Yisheng found that the piano sound had stopped, and Yi Qianjin was turning his head to look at her at the moment.

His face changed slightly, and he was secretly annoyed by his shaking God just now, "Why are you here?"

"I'm looking for you," she said, "but when I came in, I saw you asleep, and you seemed to sleep very restlessly. I couldn't wake you up, so I used music therapy."

"Music therapy?" he sneered. "It's just a piano song. Can it also be called therapy?"

"Different music can correspond to patients in different situations. This song just now will be very useful in stabilizing some anxious, uneasy and fearful emotions, so I'll try it, and then you now..." she looked at him and said, "you look better now."

He narrowed his eyes. "Anxiety, anxiety, fear? Why do you think I have this emotion?"

"Because..." she paused and just saw a lot of thin sweat on his forehead, so she took a paper towel and walked up to him. "Because you sleep very uneasy, and you still shout, 'don't hit me', that's why I think so."

Because she was standing and he was sitting at the moment, she wanted to wipe the sweat off his forehead as she spoke.

But before her hand touched his forehead, he had slammed her wrist, "you say, I shouted 'don't hit me' in my dream?"

"Yes," she said, "did you dream of something bad? Or did I listen?"

His thin lips closed tightly. Did he dream of his darkest time again? When he was in the hospital, he was taken away by the people who killed his parents and tortured again and again... He could survive and escape. It can only be said that he was lucky.

But even though he escaped from the darkness, he still couldn't forget. He always had nightmares and woke up from his dreams.

"What I dream has nothing to do with you, and what are you going to do?" he said coldly, and his eyes fell on the plain hand held by him.

"I just want to wipe the sweat off your forehead," she said.

"No need," he said, releasing her hand, got up, smoked a paper towel and wiped the thin sweat on his forehead.

At the moment, his body seems to be filled with a layer of deliberate strangeness, which makes people inaccessible.

In this way, he is like a lone wolf. He does not allow others to enter his world, but he is unwilling to come out of his world.

What happened to this man?

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