Before Xi Fei could speak, there was a stabbing pain in his brain, darkness came, and everything returned to silence.

Without the noise of friends and relatives, without the girl's warm body temperature, without the sound of fireworks... Everything returns to the origin again.

The man's body curled up in bed trembled imperceptibly.

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Wen Xiao gathered his hands together, took a handful of cold water and patted it on his face. He closed his eyes and felt the sense of detachment of water droplets from his face to the pool.

The cold water pours on your face again and again, as if this can remove the dryness in your heart.

"If you're tired, take a break," ah Li leaned against the door of the bathroom with a glass of juice. "You've been a little too stressed lately."

Without saying a word, Wen Xiao grabbed a towel and wiped his face carelessly. His white face looked a little pale.

"I just can't adapt to this sudden change." she threw the towel into the frame expressionless, and her wet forehead was pasted on her cheek, looking a little distressing.

"Take a break, I'll pick a task for you." ah Li saw her confusion, found an excuse, walked into the study and left the rest of the space to Wen Xiao.

Wen Xiao walked back to his bedroom and looked at the simple and elegant tone. His heart suddenly tingled.

Yes, my bedroom is not that stupid house full of pink.

But why can't you feel happy?

The brain is vaguely in a trance - the first second is still in a noisy game wedding, but the next second is sitting on a soft touch sofa without temperature.

Can not stop, can not retain, can only watch these fresh images disappear in front of us.

Wen Xiao rubbed her hair irritably and lay on her back in bed, but she was sleepless.

"What do you think?" after a long time, ah Li's voice rang out in his ear. "It's hypocritical again, isn't it?"

Wen Xiao straightened up and stared at the man in front of him.

"You are good at everything, but you pay too much attention to your feelings," ah Li shook his head and sighed, leaning against the door. The juice in his hand has changed color. "When will you learn to be smart and stop being sincere about a pile of data delivery?"

"Maybe after I finish all my tasks," Wen Xiao showed an indifferent expression. "I'm just a little tired. When I wake up, I'll still be a hero."

"I hope you can really adjust," ah Li shrugged, "or change your mind and treat each task as a trip."

Wen Xiao was stunned for a moment, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"The person is still that person, but the environment and identity are different," ah Li thought carefully. "Love the person you want to love and do what you like. Just have a clear conscience."

"I'm always afraid you'll hurt yourself too deeply, but now it seems that it's better to love frankly, laugh when you're happy and cry when you're sad, rather than hesitate between truth and falsehood."

"You still have a long way to go. If you miss something, leave it to your old age. As for now, just enjoy the process."

The gloom in Wen Xiao's eyes slowly dissipated, and his thoughts gradually cleared up.

Since when did I start to doubt the future because I was too tangled and lost?

Yes, live frankly, laugh if you want, cry if you want, sleep when you are tired, and wake up as a beautiful self.

It's hard to complete the task. Why impose so many negative emotions on yourself?

"Come back? Then take on the new task. In order to enrich the function of the plot experience system, you have a memory this time." ah Li shrugged and wrote four words plainly on his face: gloating.