Don't care about the blood from the roses, they're just crying for me.

Please treat their grief as nothing and meet the final trial.

Be patient and listen to this long story.

Again, introduce yourself.

My name is Yashibaku and I'm a doctor.

My love, Nebula, is the top director of a company.

I often wonder if I could have met her sooner.

As a child, I lived under the pressure of my family for a long time.

My father was a surgeon and had a busy job. Even when I returned home, my education was very strict.

He has already planned my future goals for me, so naturally the son will inherit the father's business.

My mother was also very supportive, after all, we are a family of doctors.

To be honest, it's really painful to study. When the other kids went out to play, I had to spend time in various cram schools. I was not at ease with my nature, and as I grew up, I often had head-on conflicts with my elders.

The incident of breaking the last chain is a medical trouble.

The father was seriously injured by the patient's family and was directly pushed into the ICU before barely recovering his life. But the sequelae was that the trembling hands could no longer pick up the scalpel.

His personality became more and more eccentric and irritable, and he became more and more demanding of me, and he imposed on me all the wishes that he could not fulfill.

And my mother just blindly made me understand, let me support, and make me obedient.

I was in a rebellious period, how could I listen to it?

We quarrel, quarrel, and even do our hands.

Can he beat me? The answer is obvious.

I quickly became what the teacher called a bad student, skipping class, smoking, and getting into group fights were commonplace. But they can't do anything about me because my grades always shut them up.

I owe this to my parents, who forced me to develop good study habits from an early age. I learn things quickly, I know how to find the key points, make generalizations, and coupled with the fixed educational template, exam-oriented education is a very easy thing for me.

In the end, it is a family with a cultural foundation, so that it will not be unclear about the importance of learning in modern society.

As a result, my days have become more unscrupulous. After getting into a good medical school, I didn't even go to class anymore.

I stepped into society early, and relied on my unruly personality, rhetoric, and means to make friends with many inconsistencies, and occasionally mingled with so-called law enforcement officers.

What's more, I know a lot about medical knowledge and often help them deal with minor injuries. Regardless of the black and white ways, I can mix very well.

With this almost paranoid quest for freedom, I struggled against the long-standing oppression of my family.

Although I knew that from the moment my father put down the scalpel, I had won.

I follow my own principles, and I am not affiliated with any organization.

Walking in the shadows of the world, I have met all kinds of people and encountered all kinds of things.

I participate in strife and create strife, and I love chaos and I am faithful to it.

It's funny, as I remember the Geneva Declaration so well, and I did everything I could to do related to all kinds of violence. Even when someone dies, I don't feel anything special.

Maybe I'm cold-blooded from the same thing.

That's what I thought.

But it turned out that I wasn't—at least not then.

Because of the holidays between some friends, I was implicated in the power disputes of the underworld. Originally, it didn't matter what cruel methods they used to deal with me when they caught me, anyway, someone naturally came to save me.

But what I didn't expect was that they targeted my family.

Originally, it was not to the extent that it would cause death. I never thought that my elderly parents couldn't bear the punches and intimidation, and they didn't get through.

It happened that a visitor came to the door that day, it was a family whose father had saved his life, and the economic conditions were very poor. In order to prevent the matter from being revealed, they also became funeral companions.

When I managed to get out, I learned about it from a friend and hurried home—I thought I wouldn't care.

Facing the blood-stained floor, messy footsteps, and empty room, I was speechless for a moment.

What's even more terrifying is that this matter was suppressed.

Is five lives such an indifferent thing? I don't believe in this evil, and I have mobilized all the forces at my disposal to find out who is behind the scenes.

Unexpectedly, it was because of those fox friends who offended a large enterprise, and its headquarters was in this city. There was some collusion between their organization and the internal affairs of the enterprise, but there were some contradictions. At this juncture, these men have inadvertently offended one of their money laundering companies.

The battle was on the verge of breaking out, and I was drawn into it.

Including my family.

And all this, as long as it depends on money and relationships, can it be settled as a matter of course?

The shadows I have come into contact with are only a few of the vast dark worlds.

What is wrong with good and evil, what is personal principle.

Fuck it.

I realized that the reason why I could be so cynical and do whatever I wanted was really just because I had a home.

This is the last haven I can rely on, no matter what my relationship with them, no matter how reckless I am outside, when I come home, this is my eternal refuge.

That's what sets me apart from those outlaws.

Today, I've lost it forever.

I never envisioned such a situation. The pain of losing both parents was far more heavy than I could bear. Indeed, when we quarrel, we are engaged in life-and-death attacks. It's not for nothing that I hate each other so much that I curse the other party to die early.

But at the end of the day, that's just angry talk.

Now that I realize this, it's a shame that I'm dead.

In addition to this, some of my important friends were also involved. They desperately clinged to what they could hold on to, and when they reached out for help, their former friends were scattered.

In fact, I also know that even if someone does come to help us, it won't help. In confrontation with power and interests, you will definitely be crushed, but it is just a few more cushions.

A true friend is better than pulling into the water.

I used to treat life as something to be played, and it was only because death did not come to me. It wasn't until it actually came face to face with me that I realized how powerless I was.

Retribution for the desecration of life comes as a matter of course.

This calamity started with me, and it should end because of me. At that time, I was not strong enough to carry the souls of my loved ones to live.

Anyway...... There is no reason to continue living.

With my abilities, it's too hard to compete with power.

As a result, it seems that there is only one way to go.

But even if I die, I'm going to stain their territory with my own corpse. It's all I can think of, my last worth.

With such an awareness in mind, I appeared on the rooftop of their headquarters in the middle of the night.

Eighty-two floors.

Really, I wasn't that strong. Moreover, at this point, when I can find out, the reasons that keep me strong no longer exist.

Touching his pocket, there was still half a box of cigarettes left. Let's end it all when it's done.

Unexpectedly, at this time, there were still employees working overtime.

It's really a vampire company, both internally and externally, and you have to do everything you can to squeeze it.

That was the first time I met her.

She is very young, she has just graduated from graduate school, and her face has a childishness that has just entered society. Despite this, she still reveals a slightly more mature temperament than her peers.

Bleached and dyed grape purple hair, delicate and elegant manicures, shiny small jewelry and light luxury cosmetics fragrance - no different from those fashionable big ladies. However, judging from the fading of the ends of her hair and the nascent nail roots, she has invested a lot of time in her work.

She handed her a cheap beer, and I waved it down.

I chatted with her for a while. She knows a lot, and she has her own unique opinions on many things. But when I talked to her, I didn't feel the slightest hint of pretentiousness, her language was decent, and her wisdom and city government were just right.

Self-confidence but not arrogance, reserved but not coquettish, is probably this kind of double business appearance.

Under this night sky, I could see the sparkling light in her beautiful eyes.

It is an inexhaustible passion, an immovable will, and an undying ambition.

"Actually, it's okay to go home now. Why do you work so hard?"

"Well, a lot of things. In order not to be despised and offended by my superiors, in order not only to be a wine accompaniment when I am at a party, but also to put down the chopsticks when I raise the glass, and for me to put down the chopsticks and speak, no one dares to pick up the dishes...... For myself. ”

That's great. She's going to have a great career in the future.

If it weren't for the fact that I had made up my mind, I would have liked to talk to her more.

The streets in the distance are flowing endlessly.

Soon, this bustle will not belong to me.

You must have guessed what happened next.

The guide at that time found me and made a deal with me for a second life. I was given an incredible power, and that was foresight, the foresight of the future.

I went to other cities, and under the guidance of such a force of fate, I obtained a certificate as a counselor. Add a little bit of a little – for example, if I'm sure I can cure you, I'll say yes, or if not, I'll introduce you to a more well-known counselor.

After all, it's a two-way street. Soon, in just two or three years, I was well known in the industry.

Later, I returned to the city.

A lot of things have changed, a lot of things haven't.

An old friend of mine opened his own bar – it was supposed to be for a girl. She's gone, and it's a pity that I like her. Boss Qiu changed a small follower by his side, and he didn't know where he picked it up. She doesn't resemble her at all.

And she doesn't look like it.

She lives in my memory, so lofty.

It's just that I never dreamed of seeing her again.

And it was on that day that I learned that her name was Nebula.

- To be continued -