Chapter 218: What's harder is to believe

"Jingle bells--"

Amidst the agonizing aftermath of the onset of the disease, a voice echoed indistinctly and continuously.

Is this the ringtone of a cell phone? The ringtone of an alarm clock? Or--

Xie Qingcheng woke up by reflex.

It seems to be the bell for a class in school.

But why is there a school bell here?

Xie Qingcheng's eyes snapped open as he lay gasping on the bed, the bedroom resembling his own in the He family's house more than ten years ago.

For a moment, he thought he had gone back in time, and that everything was just a dream.

If he didn't have a vague memory of what had happened, if He Yu wasn't still in his body--

Xie Qingcheng's pupils narrowed slightly.

He Yu is not by his side.

He was just the only one sitting alone on the bed.

"Jingle Bells ......"

That alarm bell outside the window was still going off.

It's a very flat ringtone, much like the sound that comes out of the speakers at a learning radio station.

The dreamlike feeling became stronger, and Xie Qingcheng once again felt as if he had been lying in the He family's villa, and that the ups and downs of his life over the past ten years had been a dream for him.

He couldn't help but get out of bed and try to find a mirror in the bathroom, his heart was beating fast, was it really a dream? Is it really a dream? Is it all a lie? Could it be .........

His footsteps stopped as he passed the window.

Xie Qingcheng looked at the scene outside the window with a face as white as paper.

He's not dreaming.

Or maybe it's just that his dreams haven't woken up yet.

He went to the window, his fingers clutching the pane, and looked down on the world outside.

It was not the Mandela Island he had seen when he landed. But neither was it the spacious lawn outside the He House.

As far as he could see, there ...... was a large area that looked like HU's "Neverland"!

Fantasy Island is a half-deserted artificial island in HU, which has been there for a long time, and we don't even know when it was built in this century-old university. It was later used by the university for club activities by the HU Outdoor Sports Club. Xie Qingcheng had once helped Xie Xue substitute for the Nine-Tailed Fox during the school garden party, and was trapped on that deserted island with He Yu.

Can't go wrong ......

Although the outside island is more than ten times larger than HU's Neverland, from the point of view of the geomorphologic structure and the distribution of buildings, this is HU's "Neverland".

The creepy feeling climbed up the back of his feet like a snake.

What the hell is going on here? Was he dreaming or awake, was he in Mandela or somewhere else?

Xie Qingcheng tried his best to calm himself down, calming his breathing, and once again scrutinizing the scene outside.

The heart was thumping.

It's so weird ......

As he calmed down, he gradually realized that this was Mandela Island. But after only a moment's sleep, it was completely different from what he had seen before.

The dark forest is gone, the river of blood is gone, and those surreal future scenes actually disappeared overnight, replaced by a scene like a human inferno.

The packs running wild on the ground were not mechanical dogs, but real wolfhounds, and they all wore control chip rings on their heads.

The broken mecha warriors on the ground were no longer dead things, but a bloody body, the distance was too far apart for Xie Qingcheng to see the faces of the dead, but he was sure that those were once living people, not the so-called robots.

The circles of circling Pegasus in the air had also disappeared, replaced by scattered drones and small helicopters of bizarre construction.

And the river of blood ......

There were many people's corpses thrown across that river of blood, some of which had already rotted into white bones, and this river was not some mysterious and unpredictable chemical river at all, but a sinful dumping ground for corpses!

What was presented to him now was complete with a real-life crime base, a large illegal military clearing, a slaughterhouse, a biological lab, and a mass grave.

Xie Qingcheng gazed at it again, and was even shocked to find that the old fortress he was in was not at all the same as the one he had seen before. It turned out to be a heavy steel and concrete building, simple in structure, but strong in defense, looking like a fortress, a prison, or even like a heavily guarded insane asylum.

In the midst of extreme shock, the youth's voice suddenly came from beside him.

"You ...... you awake?"

Xie Qingcheng Suddenly turned his head.

It's He Yu.

He Yu was in the bathroom just now, and after he soothed Xie Qingcheng to sleep, he broke out in a sweat, and it was in the bathroom that he just took a shower.

He Yu could see the shock on Xie Qingcheng's face, and he knew everything in an instant. He walked over and cast his gaze out of the window. Because he was under surveillance, He Yu couldn't show too much concern, so he just wiped his wet hair while looking out of the window with Xie Qingcheng.

"You ...... can see it all too, can't you?"

They were standing close together, and the conversation was soft, something the surveillance couldn't capture.

He Yu looked outside and said to Xie Qingcheng, "Does it feel like you're hallucinating? When I first encountered something like this, I thought I was crazy."

"This is ......"

"This is the real Mandela Island." He Yu looked out at the circling drone path and whispered, "It's what it was."

Xie Qingcheng grimaced slightly, "What the hell is going on here?"

He Yu glanced at his frail appearance, thought for a moment, and said, "Go back to bed and talk. It's cold here, and it's hard to say a sentence or two."

"........."

He Yu pulled him gently without moving, "Let's go."

When they got to bed, He Yu didn't tell Xie Qingcheng about the island right away. Xie Qingcheng's sudden onset of illness really scared him, and he couldn't hide his concern.

He didn't have to put on any distance once he had the covers over him, and he took Xie Qingcheng in his arms without a word.

He could feel that Xie Qingcheng was trembling, not only because of what he had just seen, but also because of the pain after the attack - the spirit Ai Bola was not so easy to calm down after an attack.

Xie Qingcheng : "The Island ......"

"I'll tell you all about the island slowly later. You should slow yourself down a bit first." He Yu said, "You just completely lost control. You're not an iron man, okay? You've been injected with too much rn-13 and Serum 2 to be able to carry ...... You still hurt? Where does it hurt?"

He Yu is right, Xie Qingcheng is actually struggling to say a word now, his mental pressure is really too great. Therefore, he did not resist.

Xie Qingcheng calmed his pounding heartbeat, his breathing still a bit rapid and wet.

"Just now ...... I did not say anything nonsense, right ......?" Xie Qingcheng asked, "The onset of the attack was just like a nightmare ...... I couldn't see ...... anything and couldn't remember much... ..."

He Yu hugged him tighter, "No, you're upset, you've been shaking."

In fact, it's not much better now. The pain of mental Ai Bola was over, but the pseudo-reaction of Case No. 2 came up again. Xie Qingcheng was in He Yu's arms, unable to hold back the fever and nausea, but he could not tell He Yu about this No. 2 pregnancy sensation, it was too ridiculous, and it was only a pseudo-reaction, so he did not need to take it too seriously. So he tried his best to pick up some energy, regained some strength and pushed He Yu away gently.

"I'm fine now ......"

He Yu : "You're covered in sweat, how can you be okay with such a big reaction, you ......"

His hand once again touched Xie Qingcheng's hot skin, this time Xie Qingcheng's feelings were even worse, some women's bodies become more sensitive when they are pregnant, and No.2 was obviously of this type, Xie Qingcheng was completely unable to mobilize her defenses in the midst of her extreme fatigue, and at this time, when touched by He Yu, her body couldn't help but tremble a little bit. Xie Qingcheng was completely unable to mobilize his defenses in his extreme fatigue.

He immediately pushed He Yu away once more, backing himself almost to the edge, "I don't want to lie in this bed."

A sentence that has no beginning or end.

Between the confusion in his mind, He Yu did not comprehend the awkwardness in his words.

He said, "There's only one bed here, you can't go anywhere else, I'll stay here with you. If you don't lift the covers, you'll be fine. Duan Wen can't see you."

"......"

Xie Qingcheng didn't keep quiet this time.

He couldn't quite remember the scene of the previous collapse coherently, his brain was like a broken piece, everything was chopped up and fragmented.

But some scenes of He Yu comforting him at that time, although not very fluent, just some broken words, he could still remember. He remembered that He Yu had been holding him tightly at that time, and these memories caused a slight heat to rise in his heart.

He could feel that those words came from the heart ......

He Yu was in a hurry at the time, and it was genuine ......

Xie Qingcheng lying on the bed, slow for a long time, because of the after-effects of the mental Ai Bola seizure, he sweated a lot, his body wet and sticky, but He Yu went to hold him again, never let go.

Xie Qingcheng finally gave up the struggle and calmed down in such an embrace.

He does need to recover.

Because it's the first time after more than two decades ...... ......

He got sick again.

...... He had thought he would never be like this again, he had thought that no one in his life would ever be able to make him lose control of his emotions to such an extent.

But ......

He drifted off in He Yu s arms for a while, letting himself recover from an onset he hadn t seen in twenty years, picking up his sanity, his sense ...... and his strength.

"How are you feeling?" At his temples was He Yu's voice.

At this time, Xie Qingcheng finally came back to his senses completely. He nodded, hesitated, and let go of He Yu's hand, which he had been holding tightly just now.

He Yu, however, suddenly clasped him with a backhanded grip.

Sweat-slick fingers interlocked with fingers, hot sweat on each other's palms.

He Yu said, "Don't let go. You need a little comfort. I used to be like that."

"......" Xie Qingcheng took a deep breath, finally stumbling in this only safe space created by the goose down quilt, and opened his mouth in a low voice, "It's okay, I'm better. "

After a pause, he added, "Can we talk about ...... Mandela Island now."

After he slowed down, he intended to pull everything back from being out of control.

He shouldn't have been so emotional, he shouldn't have allowed himself to be morbid.

Dream Breakers There are so many more people trapped on the island with their lives hanging in the balance, Zheng Jingfeng, Chen Man ...... those 2,000 or so soldiers and police officers ...... who are all still waiting to be rescued.

How can one fall flat on their face at this point.

Xie Qingcheng slowed his mind and asked in a hoarse, uncharacteristic voice, "What exactly is going on with this island? Those robots ...... mechanical dogs, Tianma ...... I clearly had contact with them and fought against them, could it be that they do not exist?"

Although He Yu was still a little worried about Xie Qingcheng's reaction just now, he understood that he must make things clear with Xie Qingcheng today, otherwise Xie Qingcheng would only be more restless. So replied, "This matter ...... is actually a little difficult to explain."

He thought for a moment and found a tangent, "Do you ...... remember the Mandela effect when I was a kid? It's that reaction where I think of Xie Xue as my best friend."

"Remember."

"Xie Xue is partially there. It's true that she's there as a person, but then she's partly virtual, a figment of my imagination." He Yu said, "Mandela Island is actually the same."

"Only." He Yu paused for a moment and continued, "Mine is a kind of mental projection, and Mandela Island is the result of artificial creation through the study of this kind of mental projection, it's a space where the real world and the virtual world intermingle. You haven't played VR, have you? Mandela is actually very similar to VR."

"No." Xie Qingcheng frowned and thought for a moment, "...... But I know about the metaverse. Is that the concept."

"Right." He Yu sighed in relief, he didn't expect Xie Qingcheng's comprehension to be more efficient than his explanations, "The ones fighting against you aren't surreal mechanical dogs or robots, they're just genetically modified hyenas and humans. Did you see the control rings they were wearing? That's the tool Zhuo Ya uses to manipulate them."

"Then my parents--"

"You calm down first." He Yu immediately comforted him, "All of these people were captured and tricked into transforming, their brains were destroyed, the control ring they wore on their heads was the only tool they could think with, making them possess some of other people's consciousness and abilities. Those are not your parents."

After explaining this point, He Yu continued, "As you know, the metaverse speaks of a virtual projection based on reality. On the concept of meta-universe, Mandela's organization has gone much earlier and farther than normal society. Society's understanding of the metaverse is still very shallow, and the concept has exploded in the last year or two. But the Mandela scientific organization's research on the metaverse ......"

He paused for a moment, "In forty or fifty years ago, a time when there wasn't even an Internet, the system was already in place."

"Forty or fifty years ago? How old was Duan Wen then?"

"Not him." He Yu said, "Duan Wen is the second-in-command of Mandela's organization, and the first one is not him, it's a boy who rarely shows up."

Xie Qingcheng frowned deeper, "...... boy?"

"Can't say it's a boy." He Yu said, "We'll talk about him later. I'll start by telling you about the meta-universe ecology that this organization weaves."

"The Mandela organization is most enamored with research in the area of the human brain. They are completely ahead of the curve in this area. You're a doctor, you know that the human body can develop symptoms like 'visual deception' and 'memory deception' under certain circumstances. And there's a jamming station on Mandela Island that induces the Mandela effect in the human brain through the island's smells, magnetic fields, light, sound, etc.-that is, group cognitive and memory biases. ...... Can you hear this always echoing bell now?"

"Uh-huh."

"That's one of the disturbances, you can't hear its hertz when you're affected by it instead. It confuses your hearing, even if you have a strong hearing system, because it works directly on the human brain, through noise stimulation, influencing your judgment and making you believe even more that this is a surreal island."

Xie Qingcheng : "That is to say, as long as you are near this island, you will be disturbed in your brain and hallucinate?"

"Almost." He Yu said, "I can't say it's an illusion though, it's just that what you see is not the same as what's real. It's true that there are highly sophisticated weapons on this island, that there are hyenas, that there are combatants, that there are rivers of blood, that there is a core fortress ...... so it's the same thing that the satellite imaging and the naked eye see, but everything on this island is exaggerated. It's like the horrible markings on some butterflies that strike fear into the hearts of the enemy."

After a pause, he continued, "When outsiders board the island, it's as if they have suddenly come to a world that is completely detached from reality, and they tend to get caught up in endless fear of the enemy's strength, self-doubt, confusion between reality and falsehood, and ultimately, self-disorganization."

Xie Qingcheng pondered He Yu's words, "But, the God of wind system collects all the data about those surreal weapons too ......"

"No. There aren't that many surreal weapons on the island." He Yu said, "The Riptide Cold Light that froze all the Dreambreakers was one, and that was still something they've only completed in the last few months, so even I don't know about it. The God of wind system collects data on the people who have been modified, and the Mandela's specialty is bio-engineering. They go around looking for good genes, perform extreme modifications, and turn a living person into a monster that's inhuman."

"The opponents we've encountered have been formidable; can they get the human body to reach that kind of limit?"

He Yu responded, his face grimacing, ''After all, twenty years ago, they were able to achieve face-swap level full body plastic surgery on Wei Rong. Over the years, they also tossed out things like Listening Water and Spirit Ai Bola. Their ability to transform creatures now is terrifying. Zhuo Ya has also installed explosive systems and many weapons on those transformed people, and the effect is even more realistic. They have weapons specialists who specialize in the design of the weapons so that they can be more closely matched to the virtual projections. In the end, one's sense of sight, hearing, smell, all of it will be deceived."

Xie Qingcheng heard this and suddenly realized a problem. He asked He Yu : "Have ...... you not told the commander in chief about these things? The Dream Breakers have always thought that these are future weapons invented by Zhuo Ya and the others."

He Yu was quiet for a while and looked into Xie Qingcheng's eyes in the darkness, instead of answering directly, he said, "Xie Qingcheng, do you know that this island that is not covered by illusions is only visible to you and me out of all these people."

"......" Xie Qingcheng's eyes widened slightly.

He Yu said, "Lao Zheng or all the soldiers who went to the island before, what they saw was always a surreal island. They can't see the truth. The truth is that the island is not as scary as that, it's still not that futuristic, it's just a crime syndicate place in virtual reality skin, and to make it simpler, it's like an upgraded version of Disney's 5D amusement park. It still depends on people, it depends on drugs, it depends on animals to guard it. But to normal people, it's all machines, all future technology. They've all been suckered in by Mandela and are convinced of it, except for you and me."

Almond eyes against peach eyes.

"Have you guessed the reason why we are the only exception."

Xie Qingcheng pondered for a long time, recalling what He Yu had said earlier about the hallucinogenic principle of Mandela Island.

A sudden light swept through his mind, "-is it because, Spirit Ai Bola?"

He Yu smiled, and there was some bitterness in that smile, "Yes."

"Mandela Island's hallucinatory interference was designed for normal brains, and we were 'extremely abnormal', so instead we escaped the brainwashing and saw more clearly than anyone else. I was unaffected as soon as I got to the island, and in your case, you were initially deluded because you've been so well in control of your illness that you seem to be no different from normal people." He Yu said, "But you just had a seizure and you broke out of the hallucination. That's why you woke up and saw the real Mandela Island."

"Now back to the question you just asked me." He Yu said, "You asked me if I had told the commander-in-chief about all this."

He was quiet for a moment, dropping his lashes.

"I said."

"I've said it many times. They themselves have confirmed it many times, but none of the people they send out can see it, and Duan Wen and the others have been unleashing the notion that they have absolute future technology, and they're concocting elaborate lies and illusions like Qin Ciyan made up that the First Emperor was a set of data, and I see the truth, but no one believes me."

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

"I tried hard for this, went to great lengths, even tried videotaping, but Mandela Island's Virtual Reality technology is capable of fooling the cameras, and that failed as well. I slowly fell into a situation where I couldn't say anything, and the dream breakers became more and more skeptical of me ...... so then, I never spoke again."

"People's perceptions are determined by what they see, what they hear, what they experience. When this truth is visible only to me, what is true is also false." He Yu said, "The only people who know my identity are the Commander-in-Chief, the highest person in charge of the Dream Breakers, and the Deputy Commander. All three of them and I have described the real situation on Mandela Island, the Commander-in-Chief is alright, he at least went and tried to investigate, but the Vice-Commander outright thinks I'm having an attack of insanity, and the Supreme Leader even suspects that I'm a two-way spy on Duan Wen's side."

"In fact, if they were willing to believe me, a truly horrific weapon like the Radical Chill would have been invented by Duan Wen and the others too late, because I've been telling them for the past three years to attack early and not to be shocked by the speckles on a butterfly's wings. They wouldn't listen, and they became more and more convinced that Duan Wen and the others were far beyond reality because they lost the first few battles, instead giving Mandela time to develop a truly devastating weapon of self-defense."

"I narrowly escaped death in a sea battle as a result of police pursuit. The Dreambreakers suspected that I was still hostile to the police, and in fact never fully trusted me. There's a lot of information they won't share with me. They would rather believe the Mechanical Pegasus than my claim that it was a semi-virtual projection of a modified helicopter. Because Mechanical Pegasus is what they saw with their own eyes, they wouldn't think they were wrong even if the helicopter was the truth."

He Yu said these words calmly, but underneath that calmness were all the sins he had suffered and endured over the past three years.

"Also, I'm a mental patient, and what I see as true often has to be questioned again and again. So I end up having to submit to the majority, think about things from their perspective, and present situations in such a roundabout way that I can get where I want to go. After all, it's difficult for someone like me to even be trusted. If I say something true that shocks everyone, then my words can only be judged as false."

"That's it, because I'm sick, because I've been mistreated, so even though I've cooperated with them as much as I can, and I've given them whatever they want, and I've even given them samples of my own blood to study ...... But it's more difficult to change the prejudices of one person than it is to shake a great mountain. And changing the prejudices of a group of people, that's about as impossible as trying to get all the water that's been spilled on the floor to go back into the glass cleanly."

He Yu paused for a while and continued, "Xie Qingcheng, I'm actually glad that you can see the same thing I do. It makes me less lonely."

Xie Qingcheng can fully appreciate He Yu's helplessness at this moment.

Would a person with an ambiguous position, a psychopath, even if he contributed as much as he did to the Dreambreakers, really be seen as one of a kind?

He will always be the black sheep.

People would rather believe that the Iron Horse can fly, and that they and "normal" people have seen it with their own eyes, than believe him when he says, "Don't be afraid, it's just a modified helicopter. "

Xie Qingcheng Although he knows that he has no position nowadays, but at this time, looking at such He Yu, he can not help but ask: "Do you ...... you spend these three years ...... like this. "

He Yu lowered his eyelids, perhaps it was because in the past three years, no one had ever really trusted him completely, they were too wary of him, so how could they ask him if he was having a hard time, so at this moment, after hearing such a sentence, He Yu's eyes suddenly and slowly reddened.

"I have never told a lie ......" he said hoarsely as he finally let go of that hard breath, "but no one believes me ...... even so cut off from the reality of the severed from reality, they can believe it, but not what I say ......"

"I really hate Mandela, they killed my mom and victimized me for twenty years ...... I don't know why the police still don't believe me ...... Just because I was once killed by them? ...... Just because I'm sick? I'm a sick man I've been victimized, can't I yearn for a truth a justice ......! They say they believe me, but at the same time they are skeptical of the information I provide ...... But is all this my fault? Xie Qingcheng?Are these all my fault ......!!!"

"Why ...... why would you rather believe in these illusions but refuse to believe in me ...... why no matter how hard I try, no one really believes in me... ..."

Xie Qingcheng listened more and more difficult to hear, although he and He Yu before there are still a lot of unresolved knots, but just like He Yu as long as he saw the collapse of him, will reflexively embrace him that way. He will also still be sad in front of him to the voice slightly choked He Yu heartbreaking. This is something that can't be changed.

So it turns out ...... that the Dream Breakers don't fully trust He Yu, they think he's a sick man and panic that he'll have second thoughts. So He Yu has no information and has to wait alone in the enemy camp for someone who can trust him.

If he couldn't wait, he must have just resigned himself to his fate, and would have continued to think of ways to cooperate with them in mockery in this way.

He was a patient, but this patient was the only one who knew the truth. So he had to take care of the normal people's way of understanding, to tell the white as black, just for the sake of the breath in his heart, and finally make the right thing. He had to put up with people laughing at him, doubting him, disliking him, mocking him ......

Between the silence, He Yu suddenly felt his fingers move slightly.

He froze for a moment and realized that it was actually Xie Qingcheng who held his hand back.

Xie Qingcheng said, "I know you may not be willing to believe me a second time, but He Yu, I really did not suspect that you would go to Duan Wen's side on your own, and I merely ...... just thought about whether you had been brainwashed, whether you had been hit with some kind of Thought steel mark ...... Even, when you did the most excessive, I also thought so. I know you hate me, but I also know that you are not someone who has lost yourself because of a personal grudge. So I would say that I knew from the beginning which side you had chosen, and even though I tried and hesitated, I really ...... never doubted your bottom line."

It was true that before he arrived at He Yu's house, he had been speculating about He Yu's identity, testing it out, out of trust in He Yu-he didn't believe that He Yu would really join the organization that had killed Vivian, but he didn't have a bottom. He Yu's behavior is too tough, in the process, he is not without anxiety.

He even wondered if He Yu had been brainwashed by Duan Wen. He knew that He Yu would not have fallen so far, but he could not find any evidence that could really put his mind at ease.

It's not until he's trapped in He Yu's house and he takes the opportunity to get the information, and when he gets out, he finally gets a chance to be able to confirm what he's thinking.

Just as he handed the information to the commander who was anxiously waiting for the last bit of the map to be added, he had confirmed to the commander-in-chief whether More He Yu was an undercover agent or not. And since Xie Qingcheng had guessed to such an extent and was very insistent on knowing the truth, the Commander had no need to hide anything at that point, he took a deep breath, "...... Yes, he is."

That one sentence enters the ear.

Xie Qingcheng felt that his heart had finally landed. He couldn't say what he felt at that moment.

He finally identified He Yu as the informant.

What he suspected all along wasn't wrong ......

But likewise, he learned that He Yu simply hated him, not for reasons of position, but because of the personal wrongs between them, and that He Yu still resented him for having lied to him. ......

COMMANDER: "Are you asking about this because you have something in mind?"

Xie Qingcheng was silent for a long time, with mixed feelings, but finally he opened his mouth -

"I think it's up to me to keep him safe."

Xie Qingcheng Longfinger pushed the hard drive to the commander, "Please confirm - the information was stolen from his house by me, not provided to you by him."

"......"

"The information on the hard drive is so central that he'll be in danger in case we have Mandela undercover inside as well. If that happens, we are pushing him into the fire." Xie Qingcheng said, "This kid can't die a second time for our sake. I can't stand by and watch him sacrifice himself a second time. ...... Please promise me. Let me protect him."

"This is my only request."

.

At this moment, Xie Qingcheng looked into He Yu's eyes and said, "I do, believe you. Because I believe in you, I finally waited for this confirmation. I know that you resent me, but are you willing to believe that I am different from others, and I know that even if you resent me, it is only against me alone, and that you will not want to harm everyone, and will not turn evil?"

"Would you like to believe that this time even if I can't see Mandela as she is, I will believe you if you tell me ......"

Xie Qingcheng Toward the end, perhaps because of the vulnerability still present after the onset of the disease, he actually choked up a bit, "If I say ...... I won't treat you as a patient, a betrayer ...... are you still willing to believe me ...... for the last time?"

He Yu looked at him for a long while before an ill-concealed breakdown and aggravation finally escaped from his vocal line.

"Xie Qingcheng ...... Xie Qingcheng ...... "The last snowflake fell and the icy mountains finally crumbled. He Yu had just experienced the onset of Xie Qingcheng's illness that he had never seen before in his life, and heard these words from Xie Qingcheng and him, he couldn't take it any longer, he finally shed tears like before, he cried, cried so sadly with helplessness, aggression, and pain, "I... ...I did that to you ...... I did that to you then ...... I did hate you for leaving me ...... I wanted to get back at you but I ...... I ......"

He couldn't say any more as he hugged Xie Qingcheng hard once again.

"I'm sorry ...... I'm sorry ......! I never want to see you have a seizure again, I really never want to see you have a seizure again ...... Let's not fight anymore, okay? I don't want to talk about those things in the past ......I don't want to fight anymore ......I don't want to fight anymore ......"

"Xie Qingcheng ......" he said, "It's all in the past ......I don't hate you anymore... ...I don't hate you ...... You don't be sad anymore, okay? Don't you be sad anymore ......"

Xie Qingcheng's heart suddenly trembled.

He didn't think he'd finally hear the word "no hate" from He Yu.

He Yu took his hand under the darkened covers and guided it over to his face.

"Xie Qingcheng ...... can you see my face now ......" he asked softly as he choked back sobs, "can you see it?"

It's like walking through the illusion of Mandela Island and seeing the real thing.

Can you see my face now.

Xie Qingcheng's fingers hesitated and finally brushed over He Yu's face, "...... I saw it."

He Yu's tears rolled down between his fingers.

Xie Qingcheng, his fingers trembling, said hoarsely, "I saw your face."

Never seen again for three years, unloading the face of hate.

This is the moment he finally saw again ......

In front of this hard-won warmth, they were both filled with hurt and apprehension, and those wounds, which none of them mentioned anymore, did not dare to touch again.

"You do not cry." Xie Qingcheng said, "Don t cry ...... I listen to you, don t mention it, don t quarrel."

"Don't cry ...... He Yu. We won't quarrel. You ...... don't cry."