After the cannon fodder mission was completed, the younger male protagonist went crazy

Obviously, she will recover, it's just a matter of time!

How could she leave so suddenly?

I didn't even have time to leave him a single word...

He was reluctant to sign the death notice, as if once he signed, his mother would leave him forever.

But he had no chance to waste time because he wanted to get to Mr. Chen quickly.

He had almost no right to hesitate, he could only sign his name quickly.

He handled all the procedures regarding the hospital quickly, and even some unimportant matters, which he chose to put aside temporarily.

When he was finally able to leave, he almost collapsed.

He couldn't remember how many times he had urged the taxi driver to "please go faster". His panicked heart was no longer able to think about too many problems.

Obviously, he could have checked the health check on his phone at that time.

He had plenty of time to confirm Mr. Chen's current situation.

But he just didn't look.

He even covered his phone tightly, as if he could deceive himself in this way.

His reason and his thoughts were fighting each other, and neither of them was willing to give in, which made him, the owner, anxious and exhausted.

He even stumbled and almost fell when getting off the car.

When he stood up straight, a man suddenly appeared from nowhere and threw a bottle of water at him.

His whole body became wet, and water drops flowed from his head to the ground.

The man seemed to have cursed him something else, but he could no longer hear it clearly.

Because he was glad in his heart that it was water.

If it was sulfuric acid, it would be terrible.

If that happened, he would definitely be disfigured.

If he lost his looks, Mr. Chen might not want him anymore.

He remembered that sometimes, Mr. Chen would stare at his face infatuatedly, and Mr. Chen quite liked his face.

Not daring to waste any more time, he left quickly.

God knows, his whole body was shaking when he opened the door lock.

When he finally exhausted all his strength to push open the door, he saw a figure lying on the ground next to the sofa at a glance.

The figure he had been thinking about.

His heart was pounding, but he was still trying to comfort himself.

It doesn't matter, I'm definitely overthinking it. Maybe Mr. Chen just fell asleep and accidentally fell down.

The truth must not be what he imagined, it must not be...

He didn't know how he ran over, he only knew that he suddenly lost his strength when he was only one step away, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Stretching out his arm, he tremblingly placed his fingertips on the man's face.

The touch was cold, stiff, and lifeless. Tick-tick—turbulent tears burst out of my eyes.

Hoarse, inarticulate sobs escaped from his throat, like a trapped beast, and his entire soul was torn apart by sorrow.

My brain has completely lost the ability to think. At this moment, there is only pain and sadness...

How could this happen? It's like a dream...

He just felt that the world seemed full of absurdity.

Like everything is fake...

His mind was sad, but his body still had instincts. He crawled over using his hands and feet. He used all his strength to hold the person in his arms, just like he had done countless times before.

But this time, their body temperatures could not blend together and his heat was rapidly dissipating.

After a while, he felt as cold as if he was in a polar glacier, with every limb frozen into ice.

Even so, he still held the person in his arms tightly, refusing to let go even a little bit.

He thought, let it be like this, until the end of time.

Anyway, there is no one he loves in this world anymore.

In just half a day, he lost the two most important people to him.

It's like God is playing a joke on me.

How he wished this was just a prank, but the death notice he signed with his own hands was not fake, and the coldness in his arms at this moment was not fake either.

It's not a joke or a prank, but a cruel and absurd reality.

Intellectually, he knew that this was a reality he had to face.

But emotionally, he just wanted to hide away like a loser forever.

But even such a humble wish could not be fulfilled.

Maybe it was only ten minutes, or maybe even shorter, so short that before he could even warm up the person in his arms, the sound of a door opening was heard behind him.

A lazy but cheerful voice said, "Second brother, not bad, have you finally decided to kick that pretty boy out?"

Then, he seemed to hear the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Then, he felt a huge force hitting his shoulder and was kicked over by an angry woman.

"Get out!" The roaring sound showed the man's anger.

He seemed to hear the sound of his bones breaking, but he paid no attention to it.

His rigid and chaotic mind suddenly turned fierce the moment he saw the man carrying his lover away.

Before he could even stand up, he pounced on her. Mine! It's mine! !

He was as ferocious as a wild beast, but Chen A'man was even more ferocious. She kicked the man hard in the chest as if she wanted to kill him, and kicked him three meters away with one kick.

With a thud, the sofa was overturned.

Then, Chen Aman disappeared from the room without looking back, carrying the person in her arms.

Cough, cough, cough—Qiao Wenzhou curled up his body and coughed violently. His bent back was like a cooked shrimp, trembling tensely.

There was a sweet and fishy taste in his throat, and after he finally spat out a mouthful of blood, the coughing seemed to subside.

When it had almost subsided, he endured the pain and climbed up from the ground.

Stumbling, he headed for the door.

Halfway through, his feet seemed to step on something slippery, and he staggered.

Fortunately, he managed to stand firmly on the wall in time.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the culprit on the ground: a whole pink strawberry cake.

It seemed to be brought by Chen Aman, to celebrate the fact that her second brother finally decided to kick him out as this damn pretty boy.

He never knew that a heart already sad to the extreme could be squeezed out of even more pain.

People...if you don't push them...you will never be able to reach the bottom line of your potential...

When he reached downstairs, he could find no trace of his lover.

Under the cold white moonlight, he suddenly seemed to lose his place.

A trace of confusion emerged from the pain, and he really seemed to have no idea where he should go.

Where can he find his lover?

Where can he get rid of this pain?

Where can he find a warm harbor?

Where...where are we going?

The world is so big, why is there no place for him?

He can't understand...

Like a lost child, he can't find the direction of home...

When the phone rang, he belatedly clicked to answer it.

"Hello? Are you Ye Wenxin's family member? There are some of her personal belongings in the ward. When will you come to take them away?"

He replied blankly, "Okay, I'll go over now..."

However, the person on the other end was a little confused and raised his voice a little, "Hello? Can you hear me?"

Only then did he realize that he hadn't made any sound just now...

He tried his best to speak in a normal tone, "Oh, okay, I got it, I'll be there now."

But the voice that came out could not hide the hint of sob.

There was silence for a moment, and then, "Please accept my condolences..."

Please accept my condolences?

How can he mourn when something like this happens?

He has no mother anymore...

How does he mourn? How does he mourn?

He has no mother anymore...

His mother is gone...

He didn't even get to see her for the last time...

How can I express my condolences...

He will never be able to mourn...

Especially since the person who would comfort him was gone...

His lover, his one-sided lover... is gone too...

He was left alone...

He was all alone.

The only two people in this world who loved him left together.

Did they discuss this together?

He suddenly wanted to know.

But he would never have the chance to know the answer to this question.

Unless he dies, unless he is lucky enough to meet them underground.

But that should be impossible. For someone as guilty as him, there is no way he could walk the same path as them...