It shouldn't be like this, it cannot be like this. It cannot be like this.

He was struggling, he was struggling with all his strength, like a crazy madman, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not feel any strength on his limbs, and even the tingling sensation of the rope rubbing his wrists and ankles had completely disappeared, as if... it seemed like he had become a high-level paraplegic again.

There is no sense of perception below the neck. Even the daily excretion of metabolism must be completed with the help of others. That sense of shame and powerlessness, even if you are lying on the hospital bed for ten years, is still deeply imprinted in your mind. You will never get used to it or erase it.

No, no, he doesn't want it, he doesn't want it. If this is true, he would rather end his life like this. Only after truly experiencing freedom can he understand that "living alone" is the most terrifying and terrifying thing in the world. He doesn't want it.

Suddenly, a smell of blood spread in the mouth. The rich smell of blood made the sound vague, "No, no, no", all the words disappeared, leaving only a simple syllable, but they could not tell whether they were denying or rejecting.

He still refused to give up, refused to compromise, and struggled frantically. However, all efforts seemed to be in vain. Standing on the other side of the ring was fate, the universe, and the whole world. He only needed a finger to completely defeat him. His insignificance, so insignificant, even lighter and weaker than a speck of dust.

The natural universe is so big, but its world is so small.

"Jiashu, Jiashu!" A shout rushed over from afar, and then his hands fixed his constantly shaking head, shouting in a close way, "Jiashu, calm down, cold... calm..." But as he spoke, his voice choked up, and his words quietly disappeared between his lips and teeth, and he said stumbled, "At least, at least you are still alive. At least..."

In those familiar eyes, he saw his reflection. The former Chu Jiashu, with dark hair, yellow skin, dark eyes, slightly thin and sparse eyebrows, but at this moment, there was a bright red color on his lips, and the blood between his lips and teeth stained his lips, but it made his face look pale, as if a cuckoo was crying blood, sprinkled on the white silk.

No, he is no longer Chu Jiashu. He is now Lanli Hall. He has left the hospital bed. He has successfully pursued his dream. He has truly become himself. It shouldn't be like this. He was trapped in Chu Jiashu's body again, but... But he is Lanli Hall. No, this is not right, this is impossible.

"No! No! Impossible, this is impossible. No!" He roared wildly, struggling constantly, and the whole world collapsed and the earth broke. Even when facing the universe, the powerful force was enough to shake it, but... then he realized that all the tsunamis and tsunamis only happened in his mind, and that was just his soul fighting.

In fact, there is a calm situation in real life.

In Ding Yanan's eyes projection, he saw pain, he saw torture, he saw struggle, he also saw... his motionless self. All his struggles, all confrontations, all unyielding, all anger, everything is just the thoughts in his mind, his body has no response, no reaction at all.

So cruel, hit hard.

So, is "Ranley Hall" just a dream? Everything is just a beautiful dream for him? Now, after waking up from the dream, he returns to reality again, to this inactive body, and to the destiny that he cannot fight against no matter how hard he tries.

The more beautiful the dream is, the more cruel the reality is.

It was easy to completely defeat all the psychological defense lines, and he was caught off guard. Before he even had time to make a defensive posture, his whole body began to fall apart.

He closed his eyes tightly, and the hot tears slid down. He gritted his teeth tightly to prevent his despair and fragility from leaking out, but the continuous tears had already burned his cheeks. The helplessness and confusion firmly tied his body, and then slowly fell, falling endlessly.

"Jiashu, don't do this. Everything will be fine. Jiashu, don't give up easily." Ding Yanan's voice was full of pain. He stood beside him, but he was helpless. She wiped off the tears on her son's cheek, but instantly wetted again. The hot temperature made Ding Yanan unable to help but withdraw his right hand, and tightly covered his mouth, preventing himself from crying.

Why is this happening?

What exactly is a dream? Is Lanli a dream, or is "gravity" a dream? Is life in the past twenty-three years a dream, or is it a dream when lying on the hospital bed a thirty-two years? Is he Lanli or Chu Jiashu? Is he still an actor?

Opening his eyes again, the universe disappeared, and the earth disappeared. He could only see a piece of white in the ward, and the sound of family members and patients on other beds were heard in his ears. It was familiar Chinese. Everything was so real that it was impossible to refute it.

Those movies, those dramas, those friends, those lives... all the memories gradually began to become blurred, getting farther and farther away, almost disappearing. About London, New York, and actors, everything was just his dream. He was still Chu Jiashu, and the patient trapped on the hospital bed.

Those freedoms, those dreams, those memories... and the sound of the wind slid over the ears on the skateboard; the huge waves that crossed the head on the surfboard; the wind that whistled past the cliffs and the clear blue sky... Everything is just an illusory dream.

In real life, he is still trapped in this small place and cannot even take care of his basic life.

So, what else can he do?

He can do nothing, he can only wait quietly for death.

From reality to heaven, and from heaven to hell, the huge ups and downs unexpectedly crushed the camel's tall body, and all his willpower was broken. This time, he didn't want to fight anymore. He gave up.

Open your teeth and bite your tongue. As long as you cut off your tongue, the surging blood will instantly block your throat. Even if you don’t die of excessive bleeding, he will be suffocated to death. This is the best ending. Without hesitation, he bit it resolutely.

"Jiashu! Jiashu! Don't scare me, Jiashu!" Ding Yanan's hands kept trembling, stuck his son's chin tightly, and then stuffed his fingers in. At the critical moment, it stopped the teeth from closing. The pain that surged like a tide almost made Ding Yanan faint, but she still gritted her teeth and refused to let go, "Doctor, doctor."

As he shouted, tears fell down, "Help, who can come and help, save my son, doctor, doctor! Please, please." Ding Yanan's voice had completely collapsed and he shouted tremblingly. The helpless despair, like a black hole, completely involved all the vitality and disappeared.

Then the doctor and nurse rushed over, and they grabbed his chin and relieved Ding Yanan; they put braces on him, preventing his continued attempt; they deprived him of his last right, and now he could not even have the possibility of suicide, and could only continue to lie here like a walking corpse.

No more, nothing more.

Now, the only thing he can do is to widen his eyes and express his emotions with his eyes. Even the movements of shaking his head and opening his mouth have been firmly fixed. All other parts except the eyes cannot move. This is the real helplessness, just like helplessness hanging in the air, not reaching the sky or falling from the ground, and even the resistance cannot be found.

"I hate you." He looked at Ding Yanan, and saw the bloody right hand in his eyes. He couldn't help but close his eyes, concealing his pain and struggle. He still couldn't bear it, and said heart-killing words resolutely and cruelly.

But even such words became vague because of the braces, and saliva kept flowing out, like a patient who had lost his mind. The last trace of dignity and his last trace of dignity were deprived of it, which was even more cruel than being naked. The feeling of shame could be felt from the depths of the soul.

"I hate you." He said again, his vague words were completely wet with tears, his saliva was covered with chin, his despair, his helplessness, his pain, and his anger, all torn to pieces.

"Jiashu, don't do this."

"I hate you! You are too selfish, you are not for me, you are for yourself. If you really do it for my own good, let me go. I don't want to be trapped here, I don't want to be tied here, and then tied you here. I don't want to, I don't want to! My life, your life, is all tied to this hospital bed, nothing.

Don’t you know how vast the outside world is? Don’t you know that our world is not just this damn bed? I don’t want to stay here, nor do I want to tie you up here, let me go, when the car accident happened, I should die, I should die there! Why should I save me, why?"

He was talking, even though he was vague, he was still talking unremittingly. Thirty-two years of Chu Jiashu's life and twenty-three years of Lan Li's life, all the ups and downs, all the surging hearts burst out in an instant. Even if he couldn't explain a word clearly, he did not give up, but just said unswervingly.

However, those words fell into Ding Yanan's ears, and only a syllable was left, as if you could see Chu Jiashu's soul and personality dying little by little. She was so helpless and looked at the doctor, "He...he..." She tried to give some help, trying to return Zun Shixin to her son, but she was at a loss, so she could only helplessly and shook her head.

"Jiashu, don't say that. You are my son. How can I give up on you? I can't do it, I really can't."
Chapter completed!