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"How could you do that?"
Zheng's sister wondered what went wrong. How did she never notice? At the back of her mind she knew. How could she not. Her brother lost touch with reality, became absent. No words could reach him, not even danger approaching.
Zhan Zhengxi felt empty. His eyes were locked on something too far in the distance to catch. His whole body felt exhausted, looked like torned to shreds, almost pernament deep eyebags. Every night he recalls details from his life, just to see him. His smile, bright eyes filled with joy, his precious touch, silly words, calling his name and then jumping out of nowhere. He wished to relive at least one of his memories.
With blood spilling from his mouth Jian Yi felt the bitterness of death.