Chapter 1

The man stood by the window.

Lonely straight back, like an eagle in the night.

His upper body, such as Michelangelo's David, is majestic and strong, and his muscles are tense and full;

the beauty of men's strength is fully expressed.

A pair of eyes like falcon, almost completely engulfed by hatred.

Feng Xinglang was awakened by nightmare.

This nightmare haunted him for three months:

the light of the fire, mixed with the sound of the glass bursting because it could not stand the height;

the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning, wood products, cable plastic, and even human!

Someone had to stay and manually open the escape gate.

"Bang, take Xinglang! Don't worry about me. If we don't go, all three of us will be trapped here. Go

"Xinglang, remember my brother's words: if you live, I will live!"

Three months later, I remember it.

Feng Xinglang, a man who controls most of the economic lifeline of Shencheng;

with endless money and power, he still can't get back his brother Feng Lixin's health!

The man slowly closed the eyes of hatred, separated the hatred in the eyes from the noisy world, and branded the nightmare back to the depth of his soul.

Feng Xinglang put on a pajama and walked out of his room.

A long dark corridor makes the dark night more strange. He stopped at a closed door.

A middle-aged doctor came out and opened the door. 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 my body for the young master. The disinfectant in the room still smells strong. Second young master, you are allergic to disinfectant. You'd better not go in for the time being... "

"I can't die!" Feng Xinglang cold hum, cold into the pungent dark room.

In the half dark room, there was a man lying on the bed.

Feng Xinglang path went straight to the person on the bed, squatted down slowly, holding a hand carefully in the palm of his hands.

It was a hand full of scars and deformed by burning. No grip, no stretch.

Along the rigid hand, there was a face burned beyond recognition by the fire: the crisscross scars almost twisted the man's facial features together, and destroyed the original handsome face completely.

Clearly is a face of ferocious, can fall in the eyes of Feng Xinglang, still handsome, still loving.

The man lying on the bed is Feng Lixin, the elder brother of Feng Xinglang. Big brother who is willing to sacrifice his life for him.

Heaven is merciful to Feng Lixin. He was rescued by the rescue team. But fell a body beyond recognition!

"Xinglang Have you had nightmares again? " Some of Feng Lixin's vocal cords have been burned by the fire, and his words are not clear, but Feng Xinglang can clearly distinguish them.

"No!" Feng Xinglang held the deformed hand more tightly. "I just want you to accompany me for a while."

Feng Lixin clearly realizes that the more he leaves in life and death, the more he cannot give up his brotherhood.

But the more so, Feng Lixin is more worried: his time is not much, if one day he left, then his brother Feng Xinglang will live forever in the abyss of hatred, he will be swallowed up by hatred!

So before he died, he had to find a woman for his brother Feng Xinglang!