The Old Photo (旧照片)

Chapter 6

Translator: MysticRain

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"Then you'll accompany me in death......"

Zhao Mu bent down, glued his dark red lips to Li Yu's lower jaw, his peach blossom eyes were overflowing with seduction, "two of us, just the two of us."

This was an obsession.

Li Yu was his destiny.

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Zhao Mu began to exert his strength again.

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Li Yu couldn't hear anything clearly, the extreme lack of oxygen affected his hearing, the sharp ear-piercing sounded beside his ears was like fingernails scraping across the backboard. He opened his mouth wanting to ask what Zhao Mu had said, only to spit out a series of stuffy coughs. The hand that covered his eyes loosened and caressed his face, Zhao Mu lowered his head, looking lovingly at Li Yu, his tone was doting, "Just a little more it will be good, Ah Yu......Just a little more it will be good, very soon the pain will go away, it won't hurt at all."

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How can it not hurt?

His lungs began to contracted violently, the muscles all over his body were tenses, every inch of his body was shouting——So painful!!!

Li Yu began to struggle subconsciously, his legs kicked uncontrollably, hands forcing to break open Zhao Mu's hands. He saw on the side of Zhao Mu's lip hanged a strange yet satisfied smile. Zhao Mu's pair of lips touched and separated from each other, causing restless humming sound ringing beside his ears.

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It was very scary.

An intense fear instinctively rose in his heart, death was too close, the man he loved most, dressed in the great cloak of the Grim Reaper, raised the sickle high. Li Yu desperately threw his head up, turned his head to one side, and coughed incessantly, suddenly his eyes widened.

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Missing......

Something was missing......

Something very important was missing!!!

His brain that was already unable thinks issued a horrifying piercing scream. Li Yu stared at the photo beside his bed, he suddenly broke away from Zhao Mu's hands and stretched toward the photo.

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How can it be gone?! How could it be gone?!

The subtle voice in his throat was like an anguished wailing, large drops of psychological tears streamed down his pillow, Li Yu begged bitterly, "Give it back to me, give it back to me......:"

Saliva ran down the corners of his mouth.

Give him what back? His brain was already confused beyond process——the photo placed on his bedside turned into a mere landscape photo.

What was missing? What exactly was missing?

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No idea.

A dream?

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Only to heard the doorbell kept ringing.

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"Reading gas meters!!" There was a man knock at the door, "Is there anyone there?!?! Open the door!! I hear someone coughing!!"

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Was it a dream?

Li Yu coughed and looked at the photo, the man inside the photo still looked at the person outside the picture as tenderly as he had seen it last time. He staggered to his feet, his phone dated that three days had passed.