That night, Anyang developed a high fever.

"It's scary......"

"Don't lean in, brother! I'm scared ......."

The blank voice of pleading made Makoto's heart pass through the pain, and his hands trembled uncontrollably when he touched An Yang's hot cheeks.

Obviously he can control everything, but what is he doing now......

If he really wants everything to go in the direction he preset, then Anyang is bound to face something even more terrifying than today.

At that time, was she ......

"Your future ......" he said these four words inexplicably, and a bitter smile welled up on his face, "Cheng An, the way I let you go, do you want to go......"

"I guess I don't want to."

"The world you see is different from mine."

He muttered to himself, his fingers inadvertently sliding down, rubbing against Anyang's parched lips, as if a spark had splashed on it.

He jerked to his feet, his stray breathing revealing the panic in his heart.

[Host, I've found the information.] 】

Anyang heard the voice of the system, took a deep look at Makoto's back, and when he returned to the space, a photo of a middle-aged man appeared in front of him.

[As you think, the corpse you see today is really not a passerby, but a wealthy man who plays a pivotal role in the plot. He is kind and kind, and in the middle of the year, he provided entrepreneurial funds for many college students, and the male protagonist got the first pot of gold in his life because of his help. 】

[Anyang: That is, Cheng has already attacked first and killed him. 】

The system shook coldly, [So this Cheng was reborn with a memory? 】

[Anyang: I'm so skeptical, but if he has a memory, why didn't he kill this body like before, and how should that dream be explained......]

[System: Host, I suddenly have the feeling that we're going to spend our whole life here.] 】

Hearing the low tone in its voice, An Yang raised his hand and rubbed its round body vigorously.

didn't open his mouth much, and the hot body made Anyang kick the quilt on the bed impatiently.

"Cheng An, get up and eat something."

A layer of moist mist covered his eyes, An Yang pouted and shook his head weakly, "Brother, I'm not hungry." ”

Although she didn't want Makoto to worry, her voice was weak and hoarse.

"Obedient," Makoto sighed lightly and sat down on the edge of the bed with the vegetable porridge in his hand.

An Yang shook his head in a daze, his body was soft and uncomfortable, and even his bones were sore.

"Brother, I don't want to eat. I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me. ”

Makoto stared at her red, tear-drenched eyes, and his breathing tightened.

Anyang was uncomfortable with the heat, and when she turned over, she suddenly felt that her thirsty lips were warm, and the temperature was suitable for porridge sliding down her throat.

"Brother?" He opened his mouth in disbelief.

Cheng said without changing his face: "If you don't eat well, your illness won't get better." ”

An Yang's originally burning hot face suddenly turned red, "Brother, I'm not a child anymore." ”

"In my eyes, Cheng An will always be a child," Cheng put the porridge into a porcelain spoon, thinking that Anyang would be able to get up and eat it by himself, but who knew that the other party muttered and squinted, and looked drowsy again.

The chapped lips were stained with water because of his previous actions. For the first time, he noticed that An Yang's lips were so red, as if fresh blood had dripped on them.