The unscrupulous system forced me to frantically test the small black room

The aunt came forward holding the child in her arms. When the child saw that he was approaching his older brother, he smiled silly and stretched out his hands to Tao Zhi for a hug.

"Do you want to hug your brother? He seems to like you very much." Auntie said hesitantly.

Tao Zhi pursed his lips and didn't reach out to take it, not even bothering to push away his long eyelashes.

"No, I can't see and I'm afraid of hurting him. Just carry him out. Don't let him into my room again. He will disturb my peace." Tao Zhi said.

The aunt was torn in her heart, and with red eyes she carried the child out, leaving Tao Zhi sitting quietly in the wheelchair alone.

There was no change in Tao Zhi's expression, but his nails had already pierced his palms so hard that they were bleeding.

I'm so envious, even pathetically jealous of him.

Why does he have a healthy body, why does he have parents who love him, why was he born when his father was at the peak of his career and didn't have to worry about money, why was he born with all the luck.

Why am I the unfortunate one?

Later, the years passed, and the locust trees outside the window bloomed and withered one after another.

Tao Zhi's health was getting worse and worse. The symptoms of ALS had spread. Even his fingers had started to become stiff and tremble, making it impossible for him to grasp things.

If you continue like this, you will soon completely lose the ability to take care of yourself and become a person without dignity and at the mercy of others.

That day, Tao Zhi opened the curtains of his room for the first time in a long time. Fine dust scattered and sunlight poured into the room through the window, illuminating the dark and empty space. The dust sank and floated in the light.

A gentle breeze blew, blowing the petals of the locust flowers rustling and swaying into the window, leaving tiny dots of petals on the windowsill and in front of Tao Zhi's wheelchair.

Tao Zhi stretched out his slender, almost transparent white hand towards the warmth. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the locust flowers and fell on Tao Zhi's body, leaving mottled light and shadows.

His pale face was unusually rosy, his hair, which was almost shoulder-length, was wrapped in luster, and the fine hair on his cheeks glowed softly.

Today is a good day, Tao Zhi thought.

In order to avoid being disturbed, Tao Zhi specifically asked the nanny who took care of him to go out and buy him some peach cakes.

It was rare that the young master was in the mood to eat snacks, so the nanny went out with a smile on her face.

Tao Zhi locked the door and skillfully maneuvered his wheelchair to find his fish tank.

The colorful fish in the fish tank have been replaced countless times, but the fish tank is still the one my mother bought for me.

Tao Zhi buried his head in the water of the fish tank as usual, and his hair spread out in the water.

The colorful little fish have long been accustomed to this uninvited guest intruding into their territory and are still swimming happily.

All those suppressed and accumulated emotions surged up at this moment, and the feeling of pain spread in the chest, and even the feeling of suffocation could not cover it up.

Tao Zhi's deliberate coldness and indifference over the years began to backfire, gradually making him sink into despair.

He opened his mouth to cry out, but all he did was swallow a few more mouthfuls of fishy water.

Every breath is suffering.

If possible, go faster.

When will my breathing stop?

It's time for your heart to stop beating.

What is the world after death like? Tao Zhi has already begun to hope for it.

Do gods exist in this world?

If so, are I qualified to beg for luck from it?

Fortunately, I was given a beautiful dream after my death.

A dream that will never end.

Tao Zhi, who was leaning on the edge of the bed, felt his stomach churning and cramping. The fishy smell that had been light before now became unbearable to Tao Zhi.

Tao Zhi's veins bulged, he covered his abdomen in pain and vomited violently, his face was already covered with tears, and he looked extremely miserable.

He vomited several times but only vomited out the river water he drank. Then he collapsed to the ground, curled up, and rested his head on the cold ground.

The wet hair fell in a messy manner, covering the mouth and nose, trembling slightly with Tao Zhi's rapid and difficult breathing, and water drops were still falling from the ends of the hair.

Liars, all of them are liars.

Whether it's my parents, the so-called gods and systems, or even myself who let the system erase my memory, they are all liars.

How could my mother die?

How could she abandon me?

She had clearly loved me as much as she had for the past ten years, and she should still be waiting for me to wake up from the dream in reality.

If my mother is dead, then what is the point of me trying so hard to return to reality?

To fall into darkness again, to see their happy family again?

What is this so-called god?

Is this the beautiful dream after death that he had woven for himself with lies?

If this blessed dream is destined to end, how can it be considered a beautiful dream?

This was a scam from the very beginning, a scam that made one sink deeper and deeper into it and unable to extricate oneself.

He asked to erase the memory of his mother's death, and the only thing he cared about in reality became the bait to lure him to complete the task.

But when the truth comes out and the huge lie that I told is exposed, what should I do?

Tao Zhi was trembling violently, his mouth opened as wide as possible, intending to cry out his heart-wrenching cry, but only intermittent and broken "uh uh" sounds came out of his throat.

The feeling of suffocation made Tao Zhi lose his mind, and the pain that almost tore Tao Zhi apart could not be relieved at all.

Gong Cheng, who had been standing outside the door, heard some noises vaguely, but couldn't hear them clearly. After hesitating, he knocked on the door gently.

"Sir, what's wrong?" Gong Cheng asked puzzledly.

There was no response from Gong Cheng in the room.

Tao Zhi's scattered vision vaguely saw the bottle of wine on the bedside table. Tao Zhi, who was in extreme pain, almost regarded it as a life-saving straw.

As long as I get drunk and lose consciousness, it won't be so painful.

Tao Zhi wanted to get up, but his legs were so weak that he could only crawl towards the wine in a panic. He held the cold bottle in his hand and poured it into his mouth like a madman.

The wine flowed down his jaw, staining his neck red with blue veins exposed, and then spread onto the wrinkled white shirt.

It's useless. It's useless.

The bottle fell from his hand and fell apart in an instant.

The sound made Gong Cheng anxious and he knocked on the door with some force.

"What happened, sir? Was the wine bottle broken? Can you open the door?" Gong Cheng felt inexplicably panicked.

Tao Zhi never responded to Gong Cheng.

Tao Zhi's hand fell on the broken pieces of the wine bottle. The gaps between his fingers were filled with wine, and the blood and wine mixed and spread.

The pain in the palm of my hand could not relieve the tearing in my heart in the slightest.

Tao Zhi's voiceless throat finally made a sound, and the extremely suppressed cry shocked Gong Cheng outside the door. Without any hesitation, he began to break the door violently. In just one minute, Gong Cheng rushed in.

What Gong Cheng saw was Tao Zhi surrounded by debris, his hands covered with blood, and his face full of grief.