Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

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After that short meeting in the hospital, Yang Chen'an knew that his simple stepping back must have hurt the young man deeply. If he didn't do anything, they would definitely be strangers to each other in the future.

He was reluctant, and even more unwilling, so he tried every means to go again and explain clearly.

He thought, for the last time, he only used his ingenuity to deceive the young man for the last time, and told a white lie.

In the future, he will use all his life to protect his little prince, and let him live happily in the ivory tower, pure and free from any strange eyes, pure and spotless as before.

Yang Chen'an thought about many scenes of the two meeting for the second time. The boy would be aggrieved and cry like before, the boy would look at him stubbornly with red eyes, and the boy would even hit him with something in a hurry...

But he never thought that it would be in front of his eyes, or in a pool of blood.

Ever since that banquet, Yang Chen'an knew that a boy is very suitable to wear white, because with those beautiful cat pupils, he is pure like an angel.

He once sketched that sacred picture in his mind, but he didn't know that scene was not beautiful until that moment came.

He desperately wanted to brush away the crowd of onlookers, he wanted to catch his boy, he wanted to save him who fell from a high altitude, but everything was in vain.

The warm blood splashed on his face, like pain burning into his heart, the whole world stopped at that moment, and his whole life was completely shattered in those dim eyes.

He knelt on the ground, crying, shouting, apologizing, and begging in a broken state.

Give me back Enron, give me back.

But the boy who stood in front of him, swearing ownership to the whole world like a small gesture protecting his food, would never appear again.

Deng Anran died right in front of his eyes.

Yang Chen'an began to get drowsy, because only in his dreams could he see the boy, even if it was just a scene that made him want to die.

Like an addiction, he tortured himself, and what always echoed in his dream was the scene of him watching the boy fall from the sky, but he was powerless.

Wake up and sleep, wake up with tears wet pillow shirt.

Until one day, he suddenly didn't dream of that scene again, he was afraid, he was uneasy, he was afraid that he would not be able to copy the boy's appearance in his mind, and he would not be able to outline all the subtleties of his expressions. A short day later, he saw him again.

The boy who cried and tried to smile, the boy who said I will save you, the boy who endured everything in humiliation, the boy who had all his beliefs destroyed, the boy who ruined his own face in order to escape, to be vigilant, and for their future , the boy whose world completely collapsed in that small retreat...

In that illusory image, Yang Chen'an wanted to grab the young man who gave everything for him countless times, but was almost completely pushed into the abyss by his small setbacks.

He yelled in disarray, he cried in embarrassment, he stopped in front of the boy time and time again, preventing him from entering the study room, he yelled at the boy to put down the glass in his hand, and even tried to kill the former one more than once. The self who came up with the so-called perfect plan didn't help.

In the futile walking dead, like a passer-by watching a drama, he once again reproduced the deepest unforgettable memory of that life.

On that delicate face that was scratched, the young man opened his confused eyes, like an angel descending, quickly fell from a high altitude, the warm blood splashed on his face, dyed his eyes red, and shattered his whole world .

Deng Lixuan - Extra Story

On a cold rainy night, a little boy was hidden in a closet by a woman. Through the slightly-opened closet door, amidst the dim warmth and the desperate pain that clenched his whole body, he clearly saw the love that was always waiting for him. The mother who smiled softly was slowly tortured to death by that lunatic woman.

The sharp scalpel was mixed with blood, one knife at a time, inch by inch, the woman laughed and cried like a madman, and the mother struggled and screamed in pain on the cold floor.

He didn't dare to cry, didn't dare to make a fuss, hugged his body tightly, and let the tears fall all over his body. Slowly, the voice in his ear became weaker and smaller, until it disappeared completely. In the silence of the room, there was nothing but a bright red darkness all over the floor.

The mother's eyes, which could never be closed before her death, were facing the direction of the cabinet door, and the sockets of the eyes were gouged out. The dark holes were mixed with blood, which looked terrifying and hideous.

Little Deng Lixuan thought, this might be a scene he will never forget in his life.

He returned to Deng's house and saw his newborn brother, small and soft, lying in the cradle, yawning delicately with his pink mouth open.

This is the son of the mad woman.

At that moment, Deng Lixuan had an impulse to strangle him to death.

Walking to the cradle, he reached out his hand and accidentally touched the soft cheek of the child, like jelly