There was an orange cloud on the horizon, and golden light covered the entire Kyoto.

Vehicles are honking, people are coming off work, and people are coming and going.

Everything goes round and round.

At this moment, the villa far away from the hustle and bustle was wrapped in warm light, but it remained silent.

It seems that there is no one here.

It is forgotten and grows old as the sun rises and sets.

When Tony opened his eyes, the bedroom was completely dark, making him suddenly confused as to what day it was and where he was.

Phew~

The breeze blew, lifting a corner of the curtains, and a ray of orange light filtered in from the outside, illuminating the darkness inside.

Tony narrowed his eyes and looked over subconsciously.

The orange light is slightly warm, just before night comes.

It turns out that it's not night, not late at night, but the afternoon.

At this moment, his chaotic mind gradually regained consciousness.

Memories come flooding back.

He drank a lot and became drunk.

Thinking of a dull pain spreading from his mind, Tony hissed, covered his head and sat up.

It really hurts!

After sitting on the bed and relaxing for a while, Tony looked around, then raised his hand to look at the time, which was 6:01.

What a coincidence that he woke up.

Get out of bed, open the door and go out.

The chronological music is gone, the person making tea in the living room is gone, the busy figure in the kitchen, and the warmth full of fireworks are also gone.

There was no one around, and the whole villa was extremely quiet.

There was no sound at all.

Such silence gave Tony an illusion.

He is still dreaming.

He didn't wake up.

Frowning, Tony walked out and stood in the middle of the living room.

He looked at everything here carefully and listened to the movements here.

There was really no sound and no one.

Frowning his brows, Tony said: "Zhan Lianshi."

The sound was not loud, but the sound echoed throughout the villa.

Tony's heart sank, his face turned cold, and he walked upstairs.

He took long steps and walked very fast, but after a while he saw an open door in front of him.

It's not a study, but a bedroom.

There was no light inside, it was pitch black.

It was like a black hole, full of dangers that made him afraid to go through.

The steps stopped.

He looked at the open door and the darkness spreading inside, and he flinched.

The first time I flinched.

But.

He wants to go over.

Must.

Concentrating and holding his breath, he took steps, one step at a time, and walked over in a low voice.

The short road was right in front of him, but it seemed like he had walked for a long time and finally arrived outside the darkness.

However.

When he reached this point, his feet suddenly felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and he couldn't move forward.

The bedroom was very dark. If the faint light from outside didn't diffuse in, nothing could be seen inside.

But now, the dusk light filled the villa, falling from the corridor into the bedroom, and he saw the people inside.

Wearing a suit, standing silently.

Pay ride.

He stood in front of the bed, motionless, as if time had stopped on him.

No.

Not stopping with him, but in this bedroom.

Time stood still in this bedroom.

Everything inside remains in a motionless state.

Regardless of the revival of spring, the scorching heat of summer, the withering of autumn, or the frost and snow of winter, nothing will change here.

It will never change again.

Tony's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his heart felt as if a stone weighing a thousand kilograms was blocked for an instant. All the air he breathed became thin and could not reach his heart.

Won't……

No way...

Absolutely not...

Suddenly there was strength under his feet. He walked in, first slowly, then quickly. When he was almost in front of the bed, he staggered and almost fell.

But he reacted quickly and hurriedly stabilized his body and came to the bed.

At this moment, his eyes stopped moving.

There was a person lying on the bed. He was sleeping in a good posture, upright and upright, just like him, meticulous and organized.

Even the hands were folded on the quilt, quietly.

It’s hard to find one out of ten people with such a good sleeping posture.

However, it is easy to find among the dead.

It is difficult to find among living people.

If he had seen Zhan Lian sleeping like this in normal times, he would have laughed at him.

Laughing at him for sleeping like a dead man.

But now, he can't laugh.

I don't want to laugh at all.

Not funny.

He stretched out his hand, trembling, and approached Zhan Lianshi's nose little by little.

The process was long and painful, but his fingertips finally came under Zhan Lianshi's breath.

No breathing, no temperature.

He seemed to be sleeping so deeply that his heart was not in it.

Tony closed his eyes and lowered his head.

Tears fell.

Fu Cheng looked at the person on the bed, whose face was sleeping peacefully.

As time passed, he never changed in his heart.

Everyone says he is cold, callous, and scary, but in his eyes, he has always been the most affectionate one.

He is not scary or cold.

He is very good.

"You stay here while I arrange the next steps."

With a hoarse voice, Fu Cheng turned around and walked out step by step.

The light is dimming, and the beautiful dusk is about to disappear.
To be continued...