But the other party just glanced at him calmly, and quickly walked in another direction, his voice emotionless, "I'll go see Jiang Zhao, someone will come to rescue you soon."

Jiang Chen's eyes gradually widened, and hot tears flowed down his pointed jaw and fell onto the flames.

He blinked slightly, his throat seemed to be strangled, and he lost all sound in deathly silence.

He looked around blankly and dully.

Why was Jiang Chen...left behind again?

The crackling sound of the flames as they spread covered up the hoarse and broken sobs in the boy's throat.

Thick smoke billowed, and the young man looked up in confusion. The outline of his delicate and handsome face was also blurred in the smoke, and finally slowly became blurred.

Only the tears in the corners of his eyes reflected the red flames.

It's like another purgatory on earth.

His eye sockets were almost canthus, and scarlet blood mixed with transparent tears slid down the corners of his eyes. The thick smoke made his eyes sore and painful that Jiang Chen felt like he was going blind.

But before these eyes are completely blind.

The boy watched with his own eyes as his sister hugged another boy tightly in the sea of fire.

It's like holding a treasure that has been lost and found again.

Jiang Chen closed his eyes gently, and everything in front of him was dark.

He curled his lips.

Suddenly I felt.

It's good to be blind.

But why did he have to see his sister rushing towards another boy so eagerly? And he only got a few words from her.

Just because, he is Jiang Chen, not Jiang Zhao?

Jiang Chen was abandoned once again.

When I woke up again, my nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Jiang Chen opened his eyes, but everything was dark. He blinked numbly and obediently. He didn't know who was standing or sitting next to him. He just clutched the quilt tightly and tried his best to keep his voice calm.

"My eyes..."