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The pale blue solution in the slender needle seemed to shimmer like a crystal in the syringe. This was the path he had paved for An Yuan and himself, but it no longer held much significance for them now.
I slightly loosened my grip, and the needle fell onto the car's carpet, rolling twice before coming to a stop at An Yuan's feet.
"Yuan, we are going to another place now, where the sun shines brightly and there are flowers and birds everywhere," Yiyang whispered softly in An Yuan's ear. "There, you can plant your favorite flowers, and I will cook your favorite dishes in the kitchen..."
An Yuan gently moved and Yiyang smiled, "Do you also long for this kind of life, carefree and undisturbed... Don't worry, I'll go handle things here now, and then we'll hit the road, okay."
With a tug, Yiyang pulled the seatbelt off the car wall, binding herself and An Yuan together, then opened the car door.
All the guns were pointed at the person getting out of the car. Looking at Yiyang who was motionless with An Yuan on his shoulder and the blood dripping to the ground, Zhang Moyan's eyes turned red in an instant.
Yiyang held a gun in his hand, covering the wound on his waist that kept bleeding, and took slow steps towards the shooter.
He took a step forward, and the shooters took a step back until they had nowhere else to go.
"What are you doing, step back!" The shooters tightened their grip on their guns and looked in horror at Zhang Moyan beside them.
"Go away," came the cold words.
"If you don't back off, I'll shoot!"
"Peng—"
Yiyang retracted the gun in his hand, "I told you to step aside."
Looking at his comrade lying in a pool of blood, a marksman panicked and exclaimed, "Don't come over!" How could there be someone so unafraid of death!
Yiyang remained indifferent.
"Bang────"
"Bang────"
Zhang Moyan fired first, shooting down the marksman. The marksman's subsequent shot missed, grazing Yiyang's head and brushing away a tuft of An Yuan's hair.
Yiyang staggered, blood staining half of his face, but he continued to move forward resolutely. A wave of fear surged in Zhang Moyan's heart as he suddenly understood what Yiyang intended to do, and he quickened his pace to catch up.
Loneliness, despair, unrequited love, and the inability to live.
"No!"
A gunshot rang out, and Yiyang was already leaning against the railing of the bridge, taking An Yuan with him as he leaped into the surging waves.
Zhang Moyan's outstretched fingertips brushed against An Yuan's clothes, his fingers closed and stopped in the air, but ultimately he was too slow.
smiling, how could he possibly agree with Yiyang's idea.
"Boss!" In the midst of Heizi's exclamation, everyone saw another figure flash past the railing, and Zhang Moyan followed suit and jumped down.
"Look what you're doing! Hurry up and prepare the boat to find the doctor!" Heizi looked at the surging waves under the bridge, his eyes bulging, then raised his hand and slapped himself a few times.
After the previous weightless and high-pressure period, Zhang Moyan began to paddle vigorously towards the disappearing place of An Yuan in the waves. The waves rolled, and sand and stones kept entering his eyes. Despite the intense stinging, he was unwilling to close his eyes, fearing that An Yuan would disappear without a trace the moment he closed them.
Just as Zhang Moyan struggled and searched, she never saw any trace of An Yuan. A terrifying thought began to rise in her heart: did An Yuan really choose to leave with Yiyang in the end? Is that why she couldn't find him no matter what she did?
Zhang Moyan suddenly felt as if her arms were carrying a thousand pounds, and her body gradually began to lose strength. She looked up at the leaden sky, her face covered with either water or tears.
The waves crashed against Zhang Moyan, his face suddenly contorted, then he raised his arms and dove into the waves.
Even in death, he wanted to hold An Yuan's hand, embrace him, kiss him, and then in the next life, the two of them would continue to entwine with each other.
Dizzy and weak all over. Am I already dead?
No, he hasn't found An Yuan yet. How can he leave by himself?
"Big brother! You're awake!" Heizi let go of the doctor's collar and happily rushed to the bedside. Zhang Moyan slowly opened his eyes.
"Where am I? An Yuan?"
Silence.
Zhang Moyan abruptly sat up from the bed and grabbed Heizi by the front of his shirt. "I'm asking you, An Yuan, where is it?!"
Heizi showed a worried expression, "Big brother, don't get agitated. The doctor said you are too tired and need to rest."
"I'm asking about An Yuan, have you found him or not?" Zhang Moyan was stiff all over, waiting for Heizi's answer as if waiting for a death sentence to be pronounced.
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