Anyone can do this position.

There is no irreplaceability.

The main thing is that sitting here, Karlov can no longer enjoy the joy of fighting in war.

The man fell into complete madness.

Every night there was a roar and roar coming from his room.

The war continues.

Perhaps because of the absence of Karloff, the country began to be invaded, and in search of peace, a large amount of territory was ceded and countless treasures were transported by heavy trucks to various powers.

Karlov was completely forgotten.

The country has fallen into tension and anxiety, and no one can still remember this fallen god of war, which leads to the fact that in the end, he cannot even meet the most basic needs of life.

He hated the nurses and refused to be approached by all the nurses, and his family couldn't stand his increasingly violent temper, so they simply sent him to a nursing home thousands of miles away.

All of them are veterans who have retired from the battlefield, and they all have one thing in common, that is, the war has left them all with varying degrees of war sequelae.

In this remote and dark corner, these forgotten soldiers are becoming more and more withdrawn and strange, and each of them has a scar that cannot be revealed, which causes everyone here to be unable to integrate into normal life.

Karlov was sent here.

Here he became a normal person.

The hospital assigned him a nurse to take care of him, and the man didn't look at it and smashed the coffee table in front of him with his fist to show his attitude.

And at this moment, a familiar voice came from overhead.

"Karloff, how did you get to this point?"

It was a voice he would never forget, and its owner had been cursed thousands of times every midnight dream.

He looked up and saw that familiar smiling face, once his salvation and dependence, but now a nightmare that he could not erase.

It's because of her that she has fallen into such a situation.

The man looked at her silently, and a strong hatred burst out from his once dark eyes, like a fire that was already raging suddenly swallowed up a plain of dry grass, and in an instant, the wildfire burned the plain.

He gritted his teeth and called out her name.

"Ding Bao!!"

He wanted to rush up and choke her slender and white neck, even if he wanted to kiss her gently countless times, tighten his fingers a little bit, let her slowly suffocate, and let her smile never show like this on her beautiful face again.

The woman was still smiling.

She walked over, fearlessly approached a mad lion, then crouched down in his angry and desperate eyes, stretched out her hand, and gently placed it on his stump.

It was the most untouchable place on him.

The man was completely angry, stretched out his hand and grabbed her neck with all his might!

The woman didn't struggle at all, her hands still gently and carefully kneading his wounds, even though her face was purple from suffocation, her hands were still firmly and patiently soothing his stump.

"Karlov ......"

She shouted with all her might.

The clear tears in the corners of his eyes quickly slipped down and dripped on his hands, which suddenly made his heart that was about to rot tremble slightly.

His hand instantly unloaded.

His eyes were staring at her, and his red eyes were mixed with countless emotions.

The struggling and pulling of reason, the heart of pain and anger.

She's damned.

Damn miserable.

But he couldn't bear it.

Karloff's hands trembled as he watched her soul pass away.

He was reluctant to let her die.

Even if she let herself fall to this point, he still couldn't bear it.

After all, there is only one Ding Bao in the world.

No matter how much wealth and power he has, he can't find a second one.

Ding Bao, who escaped death, did not have much relief.

She reached out and patted Karloff lightly on the shoulder.

"I have a life of my own, Karlov."

"I will find my enemy."

As she spoke, she put her mouth to Karloff's ear and whispered a name.

Like countless times before, she gently patted him on the shoulder and told him.

"He is the one who is really torturing you, and you should hate him too."

The man trembled and let go of his hand, his pupils dilated slightly.

Ding Bao continued.

"I won't leave you again."

"Ding Bao, you are really a bitch, man."

"Well, if you want to go to hell, I'll go with you."

In the next ten years, Ding Bao kept his promise and stayed with him in the sanatorium every step of the way.

It's a place that is extremely cold in winter, and a man's leg injury becomes excruciating with the cold weather.

Every now and then, Ding Bao stayed by his side all night, massaging and soothing him, and then patted him on the shoulder, repeating it in his ear over and over again.

"It's not me who harmed you, it's him."

That name Ding Bao has been saying for more than ten years, and the man has heard it for more than ten years, and over time he even remembers his name more clearly than he remembers.

Whenever he was tormented by pain, Ding Bao would say the name in his ear.

Once, twice, three times......

Countless times.

Until finally, he died on a cold, rainy night.

The war has hurt him too much.

Ding Bao's company made him suffer a lot less, he lived in the rain of bullets in the first half of his life, and in the second half of his life, there was only endless peace and calm around him.

His more than fifty years of vitality has been accompanied by a woman named Ding Bao, who accompanied him through spring, summer, autumn and winter without marriage until he collapsed on the side of the bed, waiting for death to come.

Before he died, the man grabbed Ding Bao's hand.

He stared at her over and over again, as if he wanted to carve her into his life.

He wanted to take her with him.

"Is it okay for you to die with me, or to die with me?"

Ding Bao patted him on the shoulder and said softly.

"No, our enemy is not dead, I can't die with you."

Enemies, enemies......

It's that name again.

Until his death, Karloff's heart was filled with monstrous hatred, which came from the name whispered by Ding Bao in his ear.

He didn't blink an eye.

Ding Bao closed his eyes for him with his own hands.

Mission ended.

Very successful.

Before he could communicate with the Baza Hei in his mind, Ding Bao fell into a deep sleep again.

The familiar and weak feeling of exhaustion came back to her heart, and she didn't even have the strength to struggle.

Her memory is getting worse and worse.

She couldn't even remember what the man looked like.

She also has a name in her heart, which she has to remember countless times in her heart every night before going to sleep.

Ding Bao was afraid that one day he would completely forget him.

It's like forgetting the past thousand years.

There are not many good memories there, only about that man, and every time I think of it, I feel a little warm.

She wanted to wake up.

Go find him.

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