Lan Li hung in the air like this, unable to leave, unable to avoid, and unable to hide. She showed her fragility and embarrassment to everyone, but now he had no time or mind to worry about these things, and his whole body fell apart like the end of the world.

Bitterness and pain, regret and despair, sadness and anger... All emotions swarmed in, and the mixed thoughts could not be clarified at all. He began to doubt himself, he began to question himself, he began to hate himself, he even began to deny himself, and when the pain reached its peak, he couldn't help but start to want to escape:

If he had not been reborn, wouldn't it be so painful?

But the most terrifying thing is that he has nowhere to escape now, just like a display hanging in the air, as if even the last little fig leaf was pulled away. He could not escape from the attention of others, nor could he escape from the shackles of his own mind, and could only face the violent storm of the storm.

Even though he was covered in bruises, he still had nowhere to escape.

Lan Li drooped her limbs helplessly and embarrassedly, and she couldn't even raise her hands to wipe the tears on her cheeks, because the helmet of the spacesuit blocked her hands, and the hot tears flowed freely. Even her cheeks began to ache with a slight pain, and her teeth were almost bitten off, but she still couldn't control the broken emotions.

Gradually, a stream of mist blew out from tears and breathing, covering the mask of the helmet with a layer of water vapor, and then curled up in his shell like a snail, biting his lower lip hard, and savoring a scent of blood, but still swallowing all the sounds in his chest, making a muffled sound, hitting his heart like a drumstick.

What should he do?

...

There was no sound on the entire set, and all eyes were quietly watching Lan Li crying to the point of losing her voice. The bitterness was as if her nose was beaten hard, and her eyes couldn't help but start to turn red.

They thought Renli didn't care at all, they thought Renli was invulnerable, they thought Renli was heartless, but their ideas were wrong. It was not that Renli was unmoved, but that Renli was disguised better. Under that calm and self-sustaining mask, the scars were never displayed, but they just stood up and strided with their heads.

This is the case in the world of fame and fortune. It displays its bright and beautiful side in front of everyone, and then transforms those faces and figures into enviable templates of happiness, but it has never presented the dark side behind the light, and even those wounds and scars are covered up. The souls lost themselves on the road to fame.

The scene before me was really cruel.

Especially those staff members who questioned that Lan Li was too calm, looked away unbearably; but even though they avoided their eyes, the depression at the scene, without any crying silence slowly penetrated, outlining the grief struggle and dullness, making people almost breathless, and they didn't even know what language to use to express their mood.

People saw Lanli losing control and beat Diesel hard; but people did not see that Lanli was suffering from the pain of her friends still unconscious. Some things may not be true when they see them; while some things, the truth that people know is only one aspect of the whole story.

But they don't know what to do?

Should they put Renli down? Then all of Renli's collapse will be truly revealed to everyone.

Should they keep Lanli hanging? Then Lanli endured all the pain alone in isolation.

Should they turn a blind eye? Should they come forward to comfort? Should they be as if nothing happened? Should they express concern? Or should they turn around and leave and leave a space for Renly?

After thinking about it, there was no correct answer. Only then did they realize that even themselves, as bystanders, were trapped in the at a loss, let alone the Lanli who was in it? Even if they exhausted all their imagination and had not truly experienced it, they could not completely empathize. Their comfort and sympathy were just another irrelevant harm.

In the studio No. 18, all work was paused, and everyone kept their original posture silently, standing or sitting, and collectively fell into silence, full of bitterness but could not find an accurate way to describe it.

...

Christopher's eyes couldn't help but become wet. He tried to say something several times, but in the end he closed his mouth, turned to look at his wife who was wiping his tears, and silently embraced his wife into his arms. The warmth of the two hugging each other calmed down his mood.

"Are we doing something wrong?" Christopher whispered in his wife's ear.

Shouldn't they be so anxious to reopen? No matter how powerful Thomas Tour urges, they can handle things without pressure or rush; in this scene just now, Christopher could clearly feel the shock that bursts from the inside out, making people unable to help but applaud their hands and cheer, but hidden behind the performance, it is the truth that is unbearable to explore.

Emma Thomas patted her husband on the back and comforted her softly, "Don't worry, Lanli knows what he is doing." He paused for a moment, "Maybe, he just needs to vent; he just needs a little time."

Christopher didn't say anything more, but just sighed lightly, raised his gaze again, and looked at the small figure hanging in the supercube. When he recalled the whole story of the scene just now, his mood suddenly became mixed and it was really hard to describe.

The two working technicians standing on the side of the studio were responsible for pulling Wia and controlling Lanli's every move in the air. The sudden accident made the two of them a little at a loss. They didn't know whether Lanli should be put down; but they did not receive further instructions, and in the end they tried to maintain the status quo.

Looking up at Lan Li, the two technicians were also sad, and the sighs and helplessness between their eyes could be conveyed without words.

I don't know how long it took, Lan Li's voice came from the radio microphone again, "Sorry! Can you put me down first? I need to take care of myself again." The nasal voice-filled words revealed a trace of unstable fragility, and the tail sound was a little trembling, but in the end it still maintained its overall state and did not collapse again, expressing its wishes in a relatively calm manner.

Without deliberately covering up or taking the initiative to mention it, we expressed our thoughts in a direct and roundabout way, which finally lifted the magic in the studio No. 18. Everyone started to move again, and was at a loss in panic, even more chaotic than Ren Li, who was the person involved.

After receiving Christopher's consent, the two Wia technicians slowly placed Renli on the ground.

Lan Li stood there without any special moves, waiting for the two technicians to come and untie the Wia for himself; then waited for the staff to come and take off his space suit and helmet for him.

The whole process was very long, lasting nearly ten minutes. The technician and staff seemed a little nervous, clumsy, and the movement of departure was never accelerated. But Lan Li was not panicked or irritable, and just stood quietly in place, calmly showing his embarrassment and embarrassment in front of everyone.

The gaze of the open and noble appearance of the scenery and the moonlight was the gaze of those who looked curiously and looked at it, and they looked away from their eyes, not daring to look at Ren Li's face and eyes.

Now Lan Li looks very haggard, with red and swollen eyes, sloppy beard, pale face and gloomy eyebrows, and her wet hair looks extremely messy. Her close-fitting underwear has long been soaked with sweat. The exhausted fatigue and helplessness slowly flow out from the depths of her heart. But Lan Li still straightens her back, opens her shoulders, and stands calmly and calmly, waiting for the staff to complete their work, vaguely revealing a sense of strength.

After taking off all the Wiya and the spacesuits, Renli nodded at Christopher again, then took steps, turned around and walked towards the bathroom step by step.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror and looking at her pale face, Lan Li gently pulled the corner of her mouth, but then she drooped weakly.

He knew that his current state was very bad, and his chaotic mood was uncontrollable. Just standing in front of the mirror, his thoughts began to dissipate. The confused helplessness and confusion were always impacting his mental defense line. If he was not careful, he might completely collapse and break up.

Just like just now.

But he had to tell himself that this was useless. He needed to cheer up and he needed to firm belief. If even he did not believe that Paul could wake up, then who else could believe it? He needed to stand firmly behind him all the time, and never retreat even if he confronted the whole world.

He needs to cheer up because it is a battle with death and fate, and his fragility and timidity will only make the battle even more difficult.

Although this is not an easy task, as long as you calm down, Paul would appear in your mind again. The fragility that broke at the touch made the fear unable to settle down. More importantly, the position where the waist and thighs were bound by Wia began to hurt again, and the bruises that had not completely disappeared seemed to start to suck again.

But this is one thing with no room for negotiation. He must cheer up! He must be strong! He must believe!

This is his promise owed Paul.
Chapter completed!