Qi Lei's expression seemed to suddenly become indifferent.

The other person's words reminded him of the past.

A nightmare past.

"What do you want to say?" Qi Lei's voice was extraordinarily indifferent this time, and the expression in Xie Que's eyes seemed to be icy, cold to the bone.

"I suffer from nightmares every day, why can you live so well?" Xie Que seemed to be particularly confused, tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with puzzlement.

"Your pain, what does it matter to me?" Qi Lei replied indifferently, holding the phone, thinking about his sister.

"After all, I have been a little partner for more than a year..." Xie Que smiled broadly, "Should you not comfort me?"

Qi Lei felt that he might have been too idle to agree to this crazy invitation. He got up and planned to leave.

Xie Que blocked the way and refused to let him go.

"What do you mean?" Qi Lei was in a bad mood and didn't like talking to the person in front of him.

He felt that it was a mistake to go to the banquet.

No, it was a mistake.

He had long thought about saying goodbye to the past. Xie Que had seen his past, and he should have stopped contacting Xie Que a long time ago.

But for this neurosis, there are always two times a year to contact him.

"Today is the day when my grandfather announced that I am the heir. On such a big day, as my friend, shouldn't you witness it?"

"Don't talk about friends, Xie Que, you and I have never been the same, nor will we be friends."

"So, you never consider me a friend?" Xie Que's eyes were cold, and the look in Qi Lei's eyes was terribly cold.

"Of course." Qi Lei pushed him away, "Don't get in the way."

"Why, Qi Lei, you comforted me during those days." Xie Que seemed to be particularly confused.

"There is no need to mention things at that time." Qi Lei's voice was low, "Help you, I regret it."

After all, if he didn't help Xie Que, his life at that time might be a little better, and he wouldn't be so embarrassed when he saw Xing Jiu'an later.

"In the future, don't find me again, otherwise, I won't let you off easily." Qi Lei wanted to leave after speaking.

"You don't need to find you." Xie Que's voice came from behind, "As long as you tell me how you got out."

"Every time I dream, I can dream of the pain of someone hitting me with a whip soaked in salt water and a hot red iron rod. I still can't forget it." He seemed puzzled.

"Qilei, can you tell me how did you come out?"

"How can I forget all those things."

Qi Lei listened to his words, and when he thought of the past, he seemed to feel the pain of a body fester, but in the next moment, he seemed to see Xing Jiu'an's smile again, and the pain in his body seemed to disappear all at once.

Xie Que had experienced those pains with him. Although he hated this neuropathy, he still said, "You didn't let it go."

"Just put it down."

After speaking, he was ready to leave.

"Wait, Qi Lei, today is so important, can you stay?"

"From now on, I won't look for you anymore."

Qi Lei paused, but stayed.

He said that, in the bottom of his heart, he actually regarded Xie Que as a partner during that time.

There is no shared happiness, only shared suffering.

Xie Que bore him just as much as his buried past, but he would also feel a little softened because of this companion.