"I feel like if I'm exposed to sunlight right now, I'll die."
【Get rid of the feeling.】
[This form is already quite good. As long as you are not exposed to sunlight, you can still live for a long time.]
Zhao Zhao sighed. He didn't expect that when he returned to this world, he would be in the form of a ghost that could not see the light.
I couldn't help but worry: "Will my living next to them in this form have any effect on their health?"
【Won't.】
So he felt relieved.
Zhao Zhao, who didn't need to eat or drink, stayed in the closet for the entire day until the sun set and night fell, when he dared to walk out of the closet.
The large flat of several hundred square meters is decorated in a low-key and luxurious style. Zhao Zhao, bored, turns into a snail girl and cleans for Lan Sen.
He was the one who picked up the pills scattered on the ground yesterday, so this time he was just as familiar with cleaning up as he was with the first time.
Su felt a little distressed when he saw this: [Don’t do this, doesn’t Lan Sen have hands?!]
Zhao Zhao thought about Lan Sen's condition absentmindedly: "But he looks so pitiful. But why hasn't Lan Sen come back yet?"
He found Lan Sen on the first night after returning to this world. After discovering that he was not in a good condition, Zhao Zhao wanted to calm him down first and then look for other partners.
The clock on the drawer watch pointed to ten o'clock in the evening, and Lan Sen was still the only translucent figure in his house.
Zhao Zhao was bored and played with his fingers: "Smelly Lan Sen, if you don't come home soon, I'm going out to play."
It must be very boring for him to stay here all day.
However, just as he finished his complaint, he heard the sound of the door opening.
"Lan Sen!"
His clean black eyes immediately flashed with bright light. He excitedly floated to the door and stood there, then threw himself into Lan Sen's arms the moment he opened the door.
"Why did you come back just now? I missed you so much!"
A cool breath surrounded him, and he could clearly feel the body leaning against his arms.
Lan Sen lowered his head inch by inch, unable to believe it: "What, what happened?"
The bloodshot eyes were full of surprise, and the fatigue of the day disappeared at this moment.
Is he hallucinating?
Or is the dream still not over?
The situation was so shocking that even after the facts were presented to him again and again, Lan Sen still couldn't believe it.
He hoped too much that this was true, so he was even more worried about the virtual reality that would follow the delusion, which was why he was so cautious.
"Don't stand at the door, it will be bad if someone sees us." Zhao Zhao pursed her lips embarrassedly and pulled the dazed Lan Sen into the room.
He pointed at the clean floor and neatly arranged furnishings, tilting his head upwards as if asking for praise: "Lan Sen, I cleaned all of this~"
The ethereal tone made Lan Sen seem to float up as well.
He blinked heavily, but Zhao Zhao's cheerful smiling face was still before his eyes.
He finally began to believe it.
"...So amazing, Zhao Zhao is so great." The habitual praise came out of his mouth.
He burst into tears again, and his outstretched hand still failed to touch the translucent body.
"Why can't I touch you? I...I miss you so much."
He finally revealed his vulnerability again, "You don't know, we have been thinking about you all the time these years."
"sorry……"
"It's not your fault. It's all my fault. I didn't protect you well."
The moment before Zhao Zhao's death was ultimately his lifelong regret. Looking at the young boy's body, which was ultimately different from theirs, Lan Sen's heart was still empty, and guilt almost buried him.
"But Lan Sen, I have never blamed you. Everything is fate, and I accept it willingly."
Zhao Zhao stamped his feet in frustration: "You are not allowed to blame yourself!"
"...Okay." Lan Sen's eyes were gentle and he coaxed him softly.
Zhao Zhao hugged the thin and exhausted body and couldn't help but express concern: "I heard that you didn't take good care of yourself."
He patted Lan Sen's shoulder, frowned, and looked like a stern mentor: "I'm angry! Humph!"
"You won't leave again, right?" Lan Sen suddenly asked, and Zhao Zhao nodded.
"Then punish me."
Lan Sen was wearing a white shirt and black pants and smiled gently. It seemed that time had not left any trace on this stunning face.
It seems like the boy yesterday.
Zhao Zhao heard every word he said, and said seriously: "Just punish me and take care of you for the rest of my life."
My heart started beating again, so wildly that it seemed like it was going to jump out of my chest.
Lan Sen's dark eyes fixed on the other person, not daring to lose focus for a moment: "I just don't know if you, Zhao Zhao, will give me this opportunity."
Even if Wen Zizhao is no longer human, he doesn't care at all.
The two stood facing each other, taking in the bustling night scene in front of the French window. Zhao Zhao smiled brightly: "Okay!"
The nervous Lan Sen instantly breathed a sigh of relief. He burst into laughter and said, "Does this mean that you won't leave me again?"
"Yes."
Regrets can only be made up with time and love.
Thinking about his special physical condition, Zhao Zhao said: "But my current body is afraid of sunlight. To make up for this shortcoming, I need a container."
Lan Sen's mind suddenly short-circuited: "Container?"
He thought of some ghost stories at an inappropriate time.
Zhao Zhao patted his arm and suddenly asked, "Brother Xingxing, are you still playing with dolls?"
The familiar name brought back the carefree days they had spent in Le Yu. Lan Sen smiled and said, "Yes, it's quite frustrating sometimes. No matter how important the occasion, he always had to bring his tattered doll."
Although his tone was one of disdain, the intimacy in his words showed that their relationship was extraordinary.
Zhao Zhao's eyes lit up: "That's perfect! Brother Xingxing's doll could be my container during the day!"
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