After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

The moment Wen Yinuo's hands began to tremble, Fu Jincheng immediately threw the computer in his hand aside and took the young man beside him into his arms.

But it's still a step too late.

In a short time, so short as the blink of an eye, Wen Yinuo's emotions were out of control again.

Even when being held by Fu Jincheng, he was completely immersed in his own world and was completely unaware of the existence of anyone other than himself.

Wen Yinuo's mind was in a mess, with the only thought left was that "Fu Jincheng" would not want him.

This indelible thought lingered in the boy's mind and heart, immersing Wen Yinuo's heart in resentment, bitterness and self-blame over and over again.

He was unwilling to accept this. His brother was obviously his brother, and they had the chance to meet again after two lifetimes. Why would a person he had never met suddenly appear and take his brother away from him?

Mom clearly said that the three of them would be together forever, and his brother had just promised Mom this morning that he would always be with him.

But my mother broke her promise and left, and my brother will break his promise in the future too.

He has clearly lived a new life, but is he bound to be alone until his death, just like in his previous life?

In contrast, Wen Yinuo was also very clear.

No matter from which perspective, as a sick person, I am not qualified to always be with my brother.

All kinds of complicated emotions swirled in his mind, making Wen Yinuo tremble all over.

He curled up in Fu Jincheng's arms, crying in sadness and pain, choking with sobs, calling out to the only relative still left in the world and the person he absolutely trusted.

"Brother..." Wen Yinuo unconsciously clutched the clothes on Fu Jincheng's chest tightly, calling him brother over and over again.

"You can't leave me."

"You can't leave me."

"You can't leave me behind."

"You can't abandon me."

"You can't... leave me alone."

The boy's eyes, filled with sadness, were completely unfocused.

He didn't know that the person he was calling over and over again was right beside him, holding him, answering his words over and over again, tirelessly.

"I won't leave you." Fu Jincheng's voice was equally sad, but with an unquestionable firmness, "Brother will never leave you."

"I will never leave you alone again."

“I’ll always be around.”

In this life, he came only for Wen Yinuo.

He wanted to bring the bruised and battered boy back to the world of the living.

Unfortunately, now, no matter what Fu Jincheng said, Wen Yinuo couldn't hear him.

He was still immersed in the world. What he finally recalled in his mind was the scene he saw when he was diagnosed in the psychology department in his previous life and listened to the doctor and went to the inpatient department.

There were parents accompanying their children.

When faced with children who are so miserable that they have attempted suicide, or children who have been diagnosed with various mental illnesses, what parents most often say is not that they just hope their children will be happy in the future.

Instead, it was all kinds of disgusting words that shirked responsibility.

"I was under much more pressure than you at your time, but I didn't have this disease."

"In my opinion, you are just being hypocritical."

"Aren't the conditions your family provides you good enough? You have everything you want, so how can you still get sick?"

"Oh, what if this disease delays my studies?"

There were also husbands who came with their wives:

"Why didn't other people get sick like you after giving birth?"

"I think you've spoiled me. Look at XX's family, isn't everything fine?"

There are also people who leave the psychology department and go to a specialized psychiatric hospital.

What he learned there made Wen Yinuo dare not think about it.

The complicated memories in his mind made Wen Yinuo feel even more inferior and self-blaming.

Those who are related by blood or legal relationship will blame and despise their sick relatives.

What about him? He has no blood relationship or legal relationship with his brother... or Fu Jincheng.

Fu Jincheng...brother...

What would you think of him if you knew he was sick? How would you blame him?

He will definitely leave without leaving a single word, just like he did the last time he left?

Then he was left here alone.

Leaving him alone to drown in the deep, dark sea and die quietly.

It's not that I'm afraid of dying...it's just that drowning is too painful before I lose consciousness.

He didn't want to go through it again.

If he was destined to die, he wanted to find a less painful way to die.

And when he dies, his brother should have a new home, right?

I'm just sorry that he can't send his blessings to his brother.

Fu Jincheng suppressed the bloodshot in his eyes and repeated the words of the young man in his arms over and over again.

Before Wen Yinuo could calm down, he heard the person in his arms suddenly apologize.

"I'm sorry." The boy apologized amidst his crying, weak but clear, "I'm sorry, brother."

"I'm sorry Fu Jincheng, I was wrong."

"I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have done that..."

He shouldn't have thought about keeping his good brother by his side.

He has fallen into the mud and may never be able to climb out in this lifetime.

There is no need to be so vicious and drag Fu Jincheng down with him to rot in the mud together.

Yes, that's right, he shouldn't be so vicious. Wen Yinuo seemed to have suddenly figured it out, and his scattered pupils gradually shrank.

He looked up at the young man who was holding him, as if he was seeing an illusion. He raised his hand to touch his face, but suddenly withdrew it.

"Brother...Fu Jincheng, yes, Fu Jincheng, please go away. Don't stay here anymore." Wen Yinuo bit his fingers nervously and spoke incoherently, "Don't stay here anymore."

Don't stay with him anymore.

From the moment Fu Jincheng held the person in his arms, his already aching heart began to hurt as if it was being tortured.

It's not Wen Yinuo who should apologize, he is the one who should apologize.

He was the one who left without saying a word that year, even though he knew that Wen Jian had passed away, that Wen Yinuo would be alone from then on, and that the boy would not have an easy life in the future, he still did not dare to come back because of the so-called "worry".

I was a coward in my previous life. I finally found someone but never got to bring him back. I could only watch my precious treasure die step by step under the torture of a bunch of scum.

This life is not so miserable. I did find the person, but it was too late.

His Xiaobao had been tortured beyond recognition by the Gu family and their accomplices.

The Xiaobao in my memory is such a cheerful, confident and cheerful boy.

And now...

Fu Jincheng's eyes were filled with pain and hatred, and his hands were shaking as he held Wen Yinuo.

"It's not Xiaobao's fault." He patted Wen Yinuo's back gently to comfort him.

The other hand tightly controlled Wen Yinuo's hand, took the bitten and bleeding hand away from the boy's mouth, and replaced it with his own arm.

A burning pain instantly came from my arm.

But not as much as his heartache.

"Don't be afraid, Xiaobao." Fu Jincheng's words were still gentle, but the hatred in his eyes was enough to frighten people, "Brother is here."

"Brother will always be by Xiaobao's side."

"It's not Xiaobao who's wrong, it's my brother."

The trembling body of the person in his arms gradually calmed down, and she leaned softly in his arms.

But it was not because he was awake, but because he had consumed too much physical energy.