Chapter 1
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The man was standing by the window.
His lonely and straight back was like an eagle in the dark night.
His naked upper body was like Michelangelo's David, majestic and fit. His muscles were tense and full.
He vividly demonstrated the beauty of a man's strength.
His pair of eagle-like eyes were almost completely swallowed by hatred.
Feng Xinglang was awakened by a nightmare.
This nightmare had been haunting him for three whole months.
The flames that rose into the sky were mixed with the sound of glass shattering because it could not withstand the height.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of burning wood, cables, plastic, and even human bodies.
One of them had to stay and open the escape gate manually.
"Bang, take Xinglang away! Don't worry about me. If we don't go, the three of us will be trapped here. Go! "
"Xinglang, remember my words. As long as you are alive, I will live!"
After three months, it was still vivid in his mind.
Feng Xinglang, a man who controlled most of the economic lifeline of Shen City.
But endless money and power could not exchange for his brother Feng Lixin's health.
The man slowly closed his hateful eyes, cutting off the hatred in his eyes from the noisy world. At the same time, he branded the nightmare back into the depths of his soul.
Feng Xinglang put on a pajamas and walked out of his room.
There was a long and gloomy corridor that made the pitch-black night look even more strange. In front of a tightly shut door, he stopped.
The door was opened from the inside, and a middle-aged doctor came out. As he walked out, there was a pungent smell of disinfectant.
"Is my brother asleep?" Feng Xinglang asked in a low voice.
"I just wiped the young master's body. The smell of disinfectant is still strong in the room. Second young master, you are allergic to disinfectant. Don't go in … "
"I won't die!" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly and walked into the pungent dark room.
In the half-dark room, he vaguely saw a person lying on the bed.
Feng Xinglang walked straight to the person on the bed, slowly squatted down, and carefully held a hand in both of his palms.
It was a hand full of scars and deformed because of the burn. He could not clench it tightly, nor could he stretch it.
Along the stiff hand, there was a face that was burned beyond recognition. The crisscrossed scars almost twisted the man's facial features, completely destroying the handsome face.
It was clearly a ferocious face, but in Feng Xinglang's eyes, it was still handsome and loving.
The man lying on the bed was called Feng Lixin, Feng Xinglang's elder brother. His big brother was willing to sacrifice his life for him.
The heavens pitied Feng Lixin. He was saved by the rescue team. However, a completely unrecognizable body fell down!
"Xing Lang … did you have another nightmare?" Part of Feng Lixin's vocal cords had already been burned by the fire, so he could not speak clearly. However, Feng Xinglang could clearly distinguish it.
"No!" Feng Xinglang tightened his grip on the deformed hand. "I just want you to stay with me for a while longer."
Feng Lixin clearly realized that the closer the separation of life and death, the harder it was to cut off the brotherly affection.
However, the more it was like this, the more worried Feng Lixin was. He did not have much time left. If he passed away one day, then his younger brother Feng Xinglang would forever live in the abyss of hatred, unable to extricate himself. He would be devoured by hatred!
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