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Liang Ming died.

Fang Shiqiu didn't feel relieved when he heard the news from his mother.

It turned out that Liang Ming was not bored.

He didn't want to kill them, and he didn't want the raging wind and snow on the snowy mountain to destroy their bodies for him. He just left temporarily like in the past, and he might even be planning how to torture them when he came next time.

Fang Shiqiu was afraid of Liang Min's arrival, his departure, and everything related to him.

However, Liang Ming had long since died on the day they met for the last time.

Liang Min's helicopter lost power during the flight, and fell straight into the snow-capped mountains from a height of several thousand meters. The flames caused by the explosion dyed the snow-capped sea red.

When rescuers arrived at the crash site, only a scorched and deformed steel skeleton was left of the helicopter engulfed in flames. The pilot fell on the rugged rocky beach and had already lost his breath.

But they didn't find any trace of Liang Ming, couldn't see his moving on the snow, and couldn't find his body.

Day after day, the rescue helicopter searched for Liang Ming's traces in the snow-capped mountains. At that time, Fang Shiqiu hid in the villa and heard the roar of it hovering over the pine forest.

However, until Fang Shiqiu was rescued, the rescuers did not find Liang Ming's body.

Liang Ming disappeared into the vast snow-capped mountains as if he had evaporated from the world. At that time, his company was in the stage of listing, and the upper management concealed the news of his disappearance.

But three days ago, the search and rescue team found a frozen male body in the canyon under the snow-capped mountain. After comparing and confirming the identity, they had to announce Liang Ming's death to the outside world.

The death that Fang Shiqiu once feared finally came to Liang Min, and he could even imagine how desperate Liang Min would be when he fell on the snow.

Liang Ming would feel his body temperature drop little by little, and feel the coming of death in the biting wind and snow.

Just like himself who was once thrown into the snow by him.

"I heard that the spine was broken."

Fang Shiqiu listened numbly to his mother's gentle voice, without a single tear in his dry eyes.

An air crash easily took Liang Ming's life.

His humble and deliberate flattery in the past has become ridiculous and meaningless.

Rescue helicopters kept circling high above the snow-capped mountains, searching for traces of missing persons over and over again.

He could have called for help from them, and he could have left that snow mountain earlier, but he was shackled by fear, cowering in fear and cold, torturing himself to be riddled with holes.

If he hadn't insisted on keeping the dumb girl and asking her to stay in the villa at that time, they might have been saved long ago.

Fang Shiqiu closed his eyes, recalling the scorching red in the white snow, and once again fell into deep despair and helplessness.

It was the dumb girl's blood, not some animal's.

"Mom, that woman..."

Fang Shiqiu desperately wanted to know the whereabouts of the mute girl, but his mother apologized softly to him again.

"I'm sorry Xiaoqiu, mom doesn't know where she went."

No one told him the truth.

Fang Shiqiu sat in front of the window with a dull expression while holding the mobile phone that had ended the call.

The broken glass was lying in the trash can, the water droplets splashed on the insteps and ankles were dried by the sun, the floor where the water was wiped off was re-carpeted, and the room he had messed up by accident was restored to its original state.

"Xiao Qiu." The nurse called him from behind.

"Take a shower."

The bathtub was filled with warm water in advance, and the rising water vapor filled the bathroom, blurring the vision.

Fang Shiqiu sat in the bathtub with his head down, his wet hair was dripping with water, shallow ripples appeared on the calm water surface, and the healed scars were soaked white under the water.

He was like a lifeless puppet doll, being manipulated by the nurses.

Hot water wrapped in foam was poured from the top of his head, and the slightly scalded water full of chemical components poured into his eyes, but it failed to arouse any reaction.

"Xiaoqiu looked up."

The nurse raised Fang Shiqiu's head, and the warm water flowed down from the corners of her red eyes and dripped on the back of her hands, leaving a slight red mark.

She shook off the water droplets on her arm, and gently wiped away the remaining water marks in the corners of Fang Shiqiu's eyes.

The last remaining light of the setting sun shone in through the misty glass, and the black shadows of the flock of birds circling flashed across the golden band of light reflected on the wall.

"Look, the bird is flying past."

The nurse pointed to the shadows flying by on the white wall, but Fang Shiqiu couldn't see anything while sitting in the bathtub.

He couldn't see the wild pheasants feeding on the snow, the birds jumping on the branches, and the pigeons circling over the garden. He could only see a boundless sea of ​​snow.

From the day when he learned of Liang Ming's death, Fang Shiqiu lay motionless on the bed as if his muscles had been pulled out.

He couldn't eat the sticky and disgusting food, didn't have the strength to sit up, and often couldn't hear what the people around him said.

The father and the doctor came and went every day, but Fang Shiqiu couldn't remember anything, he just blindly followed his father's back.

The doctor changed him to a new medicine, and the medicine injected into the blood vessel was still transparent, but it was no longer gentle.

Fang Shiqiu began to have frequent nightmares.

In those repeated dreams, Fang Shiqiu met Liang Ming standing in the white mist, and heard him ask if he would like to associate with him.

Before he could answer in time, Liang Ming in the sea of ​​snow pinched his neck and asked why he was disobedient.

"I didn't... I didn't disobey."

Fang Shiqiu defended himself to Liang Ming in his dream over and over again, but he strangled his throat again and again, and tortured him in the icy snow.

From late autumn to mid-winter, the dead Liang Ming hovered over Fang Shiqiu's heart like a nightmare.

Whether he is alive or dead, Liang Ming can always easily destroy him.

Fang Shiqiu suddenly got tired of this kind of life.

One fine winter day, after his father had left the room, he made a request to the housekeeper.

"I want to go to the hospital."

The moment the voice fell, Fang Shiqiu saw the nurse and the housekeeper showing nervous and worried expressions at the same time.

"Are you uncomfortable?"

The butler stretched out his hand cautiously, and touched his forehead lightly and slowly, wanting to check his temperature.

The old palm fell on his forehead, and Fang Shiqiu's heart suddenly throbbed with pain.

He pressed his chest, trying to breathe slowly.

"A little uncomfortable."

Fang Shiqiu seldom talked about his discomfort, and the housekeeper hurriedly sent a car to take him to the hospital before he could notify his father who was going out.

However, seeing the doctor, Fang Shiqiu fell silent again.

He pursed his lips and remained silent. The doctor looked at the housekeeper and nurse standing aside, and realized that it was difficult for him to reveal his thoughts to others, so he thoughtfully persuaded all unrelated people away.

"You go out first, I will talk to Xiaoqiu alone."

The sound of chaotic footsteps echoed in the empty room, and with the sound of the door lock being bounced behind him, the consultation room returned to tranquility.

"They all went out." The doctor Fang Shiqiu smiled.

"Can you tell me now?"

Fang Shiqiu nodded slightly, trying to open his trembling lips.

He wanted to speak, but he heard the sound of trembling teeth colliding with each other, but he couldn't find his own voice.

The doctor got up and poured a glass of warm water on the table, waiting patiently for him to speak.

The clock hanging on the wall was ticking, Fang Shiqiu opened his mouth, and squeezed out a sound from his throat with difficulty.

"I want to ask you..." He said tremblingly, "Can you let me die?"