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Perhaps the action was too sudden, and for a moment, Li Huan was unable to react!

The collar had been completely torn open by Tang Qiaoer, revealing his strong and broad frame and shoulders with beautiful and thick muscular lines.

Birthmark…birthmark!

There was a light crimson birthmark the size of a coin on the left shoulder of her fifth brother's back!

However, the fire of hope in Tang Qiaoer's eyes had just ignited when it was ruthlessly crushed out.

The mark on Li Huan’s left shoulder is not a birthmark.

Instead, what appeared in her moist eyes was a scar that was two fingers wide, long, narrow and hideous!

This scar, like a cold snake, meanders downwards and expands cruelly.

Tang Qiaoer is a surgeon and has worked as a Doctors Without Borders on the battlefield to save the wounded, but the severity of this scar still frightens her!

She could tell at a glance that this was no ordinary knife wound.

This is more like the trauma left after an explosion.

It's like sewing a broken person back together from the skin to the flesh!

Is it...

"Well--!"

The next second, Tang Qiaoer felt a sharp pain in her wrist, and then the world was spinning.

When she came to her senses, she found herself being ruthlessly pinned down on the sofa by Li Huan, with her wrists pinned down tightly, making her completely unable to move.

"You want to die?"

The man was hanging over her, his jaw clenched, and the scarlet anger in his eyes was like magma, about to drip into her tearful eyes.

"What on earth... have you been through?"

Staring at this face, Tang Qiaoer could not feel any fear, only the heartache deep in her bones, spreading throughout her trembling body, "Why... do you have such serious injuries?

Is it because of the plane crash? Is that so? Fifth brother...do you feel any pain?"

Does it hurt?

The gentle questioning made Li Huan feel as if a bullet had pierced his temple, causing him to look dazed for a moment due to the pain.

——"Fifth Brother!"

The crisp, sweet voice comes from the deepest part of my distant mind, like a vague echo, coming and going quietly.

Tang Qiaoer sobbed softly, and tears fell like rain when she saw his dazed look.

She was about to raise her hand to touch his handsome face when the man suddenly let go and stood up from her.

"If there's a next time, even Xie Jinhuan won't be able to save you."

Li Huan left her coldly and quickly disappeared from the living room.

……

Li Huan returned to his room and closed the door tightly. Kuiba's back leaned heavily against the door.

He closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously, but Tang Qiaoer's "Fifth Brother" lingered in his ears and could not be shaken off.

“I am alone, without a father or mother, without brothers or sisters, without friends… I was born lonely, and it was the teacher who gave me a new life.

Yes, sir..."

He kept muttering something, as if chanting some kind of spell, to dispel the demons in his heart that were interfering with his will.

However, Tang Qiaoer's concern had extremely strong penetrating power. It penetrated through layers of obstacles and reached his heart irresistibly, gently knocking on the door of his heart made of steel.

Over the years, he was covered in wounds and blood from the blade. No one ever asked him:

Does it hurt?

He doesn't feel that he needs care, and he never cares about such empty feelings.

But for the first time in his life, he felt what it was like to be cared for by someone, as if there was a pit in his chest.

A little warm, slightly sour.

Li Huan took a deep breath, walked to the window, and facing the cold moon, he pulled out the necklace hanging around his neck from his chest.

With a slight click, the necklace's mechanism popped open.

Inside, was a dark black pill.

He took it out, put it in his mouth and swallowed it.

In my ears, Tang Qiaoer's voice gradually faded away.

It seemed like for over a year he no longer needed medication to relieve his headaches.

He thought that he would never need it again.

……

On the other side, in the study.

Xie Jinhuan tightly grasped the medical report in his hand. His handsome face was pale and almost transparent, except for his pair of auspicious phoenix eyes, which were red as if they were crying blood.

"Mr. Xie, your current physical condition...is not very optimistic."

The private doctor stood beside him, choosing his words carefully, "The medical equipment on the island is too limited to even handle the emergency that occurred when you fell ill.

I suggest that you go to a regular large hospital for treatment as soon as possible within this month, and perhaps you will be able to get some relief."

Xie Jinhuan pulled his pale and dry lips and said, "If I actively receive treatment, will I be cured?"

The doctor lowered his head, seeming to want to say something but stopped.

"My illness cannot be cured. I don't even have many days left to live, right?"

Xie Jinhuan smiled, a hollowed-out feeling of weakness and the fear of dying intertwined to form an invisible net that bound him, leaving him unable to break free.

"Don't be so pessimistic. If you actively treat it..."

"Just tell me, how long do I have?"

The doctor choked up and said, "At most... half a year."

"Heh..." Xie Jinhuan closed his eyes and laughed tremblingly.

"The medicine you took before had no therapeutic effect. Instead, it was masking your condition and even...harming your internal organs."

The doctor sighed helplessly, "To put it bluntly, it is a chronic poison, extremely addictive, and you will gradually become dependent on it.

By the time we react, it’s too late, just like pancreatic cancer is usually discovered in the late stages, when it’s already…”

Not saved.

Xie Jinhuan lowered his eyelashes, crumpled the diagnosis report into a ball, and crushed it in his palm.

Just like that, the bad news will be shattered and disappear into thin air.

"So, my life...is going to end like this?"

Xie Jinhuan turned his head slowly and stiffly, looking at the black rose placed on the windowsill, which he had carefully cared for and cultivated for Tang Qiaoer. A fragmented dark light accumulated in his eyes, "Sure enough, everything I get has a high price.

The endless success and glory of the past decade were all gained bit by bit, at the cost of my life."

The teacher helped him, and he thought it was a favor to recognize and appreciate his talent.

In fact, you are just pawning yourself to the devil.

"I have never been afraid of death. I just can't bear to..." Thinking of Qiaoqiao, tears suddenly welled up in his eyes and his heart broke again and again.

She hated why he became like this, hated how cruel and ruthless he was, and how his hands were covered in blood.

But if he was still the weak, kind, innocent A Jin, how could he possibly go back to her step by step?

Be a good person...

Xie Jinhuan cried and laughed, his expression was so painful that it was almost distorted.

In the past, I tried my best to be a human being, so how could I be a good person?

Qiaoqiao, you have had everything since you were a child. You have parents who spoil you to the sky, brothers and sisters, and close friends who stick with you through thick and thin.

But what about me?

You can never be me, so you can never understand me.

However, before Xie Jinhuan could feel too sad, the servant's anxious voice came from outside the door:

"Thank you, thank you sir! It's bad! Miss Tang has activated the helicopter and is trying to escape from the island!"