Let them continue to suffer in this world, he will not accompany them for now.
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A few months later, Yu Huan, whose body was no different from that of a normal person, and Sheng Lang went to the hospital to visit Professor Wen, but they accidentally ran into Professor Wen's son stabbing someone in the hospital.
No one dared to intervene, and there was a lot of scolding behind the back.
It is said that Professor Wen’s son has been a troublemaker since he was young. He hung out with the Lu family and had no idea how many lives he had taken.
But Professor Wen doted on his child and suppressed all the news. Now it's no use, Professor Wen has fallen, and he has no one to rely on.
The guards who arrived pinned the murderer to the ground, and the dagger fell to the ground with a dull thud.
Yu Huan suddenly thought of the scar on Lu Mingzhang's wrist.
Maybe it was his work.
Later, when this man was put on trial, the Wen family wanted to bail him out, but Yu Huan called on his father to help, and he was allowed to stay in prison according to his crime.
It was drizzling that day, and she watched the man being taken away on a transport truck to serve his sentence.
Sheng Lang, who was accompanying her, hooked his arm around her and said from behind her, "Forget about him."
He held her hand and touched it to his heart, letting her feel the dull heartbeat. His voice was cold and bitter: "Otherwise, I will feel very uncomfortable here."
"It's not uncomfortable, it's not uncomfortable." Yu Huan touched him and asked him to touch the position of her heart. "This place is filled with you."
It was a simple and straightforward way of coaxing people, but Sheng Lang couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips, and the backs of his ears turned slightly red.
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All the miserable experiences that Lu Mingzhang endured in his childhood had long since turned into shackles, binding him to that small space.
He walked a long and far way, won a medal, and mingled among the glamorous crowd.
He thought he was free, but every time someone was injured, a vague smell of blood would sweep over him with overwhelming despair, bringing him back to the horrific memories of powerlessness.
It turned out that he had been standing still from the beginning to the end. It was a lock, a mountain, pressing him down, locking him there for eternity.
Once upon a time, when he was a helpless child, he had naively prayed for a ray of light to illuminate him like a fairy descending to earth.
He waited for a long time, but no one showed up. There was only himself, in a mess and covered with scars, and the only black and white photo of his relative on the cold tombstone.
So he got up by himself, like a devil who had fallen into hell, and stood up at all costs, with a smile that carried the bloody smell that he once hated the most.
Like a devil trapped in a bottle, he wished for someone to rescue him, but after waiting for a long time, no one came, so his gratitude turned into a curse.
You are too late.
In the huge waves of heat and pain, he looked at the imaginary figure and slowly closed his eyes.
But you're such a good person, you seem to deserve to live in the sunshine. By causing you to become infected and become a zombie, I've fulfilled my curse.
Well, I'll give you a sunny day.
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