He always thought that person was his good brother Fu Hong, and he remembered it clearly; but at this moment, he unexpectedly learned that the person who accompanied him in hell was not Fu Hong, but maybe Chang Shang.
It's her, she's only ten years old.
Chang Mian couldn't control it and clutched his chest tightly. It hurt...the pain was unbearable.
The wound there had not healed yet, and it was bruised and bruised. It was Shang Shang's bite last night; but what he felt hurt was not the wound, but his heart, which hurt so much that he felt as if he was suffocating.
He still couldn't remember everything he and Chang Shang had experienced together. In his memory, that person was still Fu Hong, but reason and facts forced him to believe that everything was due to his memory disorder.
Chang Mian pressed his eyebrows with one hand. At that moment, he felt confused.
There was a lingering pain accumulating in his whole body. He wanted to shout loudly and vent the pain in his heart. On the top floor of the empty hospital, he really had no scruples and turned his face towards
God, roared loudly, "Ah————————————"
He punched the guardrail at the edge of the top floor hard, punch after punch, as if his fists were made of steel and didn't know the pain!
Why her?
How could he let a ten-year-old girl endure it with him?
How can it be!
He can't stand it!
Completely unable to accept this fact!
The one he would rather suffer inhuman treatment is the prince. The prince is a man, and there is nothing a man can't bear. But Chang Chang is a girl, she is a weak girl, "Ah——————"
His voice was filled with grief, anger and world-weariness, and he wished he could destroy this world!
"ah------------"
As if his fists were not enough to vent the anger in his heart, he raised his foot and kicked hard against the guardrail, one kick after another, "Ah————————————"
"Ah————————beast~!!!!!!!!!"
That voice echoed over the entire hospital.
Many people in the hospital heard it, and someone yelled through the window: "Who is it? What the hell is that? I don't know what the hospital needs is quiet."
Even Chang Shang, who was talking to Yang Yang in the ward, vaguely heard the voice of grief, anger and pain. The voice was extremely familiar. Chang Shang's heart trembled. She didn't know what happened. Everyone heard the roar.
Sitting upright, she looked left and right, but did not see Chang Mian. She anxiously cast her eyes on Leng Heng: "Where is Chang Mian?"
"I'll go take a look." Leng Heng frowned and strode out.
The sounds in my ears were louder than the other, deafening, sonorous and powerful, with a sound that hit the ground and had the potential to break through the sky.
Chang Shang was worried and wanted to pull out the needle that was used to draw water from her arm, and then followed Leng Heng to see what was going on.