Blood-colored roses are falling sprinklingly.

Anyang knelt on the ground, looking the same as usual, heralding the beginning of everything.

Makoto's heart suddenly hurt so badly that he was shouting her name in the dark, and he wanted her to come back, but the man couldn't hear him, let alone feel his presence.

An Yang in the dream looked at the two people in front of him in a daze, with unfamiliar faces, unfamiliar manors, everything was like the past.

"Who are you...... What about my brother? ”

Under the timid voice, tears fell from the woman's face unexpectedly, like a fiery starlight burning on her face.

"Wrong, everything is wrong! Girl, you ......" The middle-aged man suddenly burst out with an angry roar, and all the light was replaced by thunder in an instant.

"Don't!" Cheng woke up from his sleep suddenly, and the slight trembling movements of his body made An Yang snort uneasily.

She looked up blankly, "Brother, what's ......?"

"Hmm......"

The latter words were swallowed up by Cheng, An Yang didn't know what he was crazy about suddenly, and she couldn't help but reddened her eyes during the push.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm not your brother!" Honestly roared, like a crumbling beast.

He saw An Yang leave without hesitation in her dream, and her eyes were filled with hatred that she had never seen before.

She...... You're leaving him......

An Yang was stunned by his red gaze.

……………………

After Chen Qing received Cheng's call, she almost drove all the way to the hospital.

It suddenly rained in the gray air, and his suppressed breathing made his mood mess up.

Although he had done enough psychological construction on the way here, the moment he opened the door, his body still froze uncontrollably. A chill that rises from the soles of the feet spreads unimaginably in the body.

The smell of decaying tobacco filled the house made his steps messy. The originally clean and tidy ward was smashed into a mess.

In the depressed ward, Makoto sat on the bed with his head down. The bandages on his chest were messily scattered, and the scarred wound was now bursting with bright red blood.

He looked like a lion having just finished his rage, with five red finger prints on his taut cheeks.

Chen Qing swallowed the dry foam vigorously, and said in his heart: "Mr. Cheng, Brother Chen, they have already gone to find someone......

Makoto noticed the comer, and returned to his senses in a trance, and the light in his eyes had long since dimmed and extinguished.

He threw the cigarette butt between his fingers, and Makoto staggered out of bed and stood up. The blood in the depths of the wound flowed faster and faster as he moved.

"I'm discharged from the hospital today," his brows were tightly twisted together, Cheng blocked Chen Qing's hand that he wanted to come over and support, without too many words, let alone any other explanation, he put on his coat neatly and strode out.

Knowing that Anyang was not ready, he once again used his actions to break the fragile balance between the two people, which had just been constructed.

Ruined, all ruined!

Anyang asked him to wait, but he couldn't wait, he couldn't accept losing her future......

In the empty hallway, tears silently blurred the pupils.

He had used cruel methods to get Anyang back, but now he had once again lost Anyang's trust.

The scene in front of him flickered and darkened, and was finally swallowed up by darkness.

Before passing out, a thought suddenly crossed his mind, maybe he was never as calm as he thought, and his conceit completely planted him......