There were explosions in the fire, chaotic figures and heart-wrenching cries. The young man struggled and tried to rush into the fire, but the people behind him tightly held his body. He was like an angry lion, roaring with red eyes and tears streaming down his face. A dose of sedative robbed him of his last vestiges of consciousness. He was once a handsome man, a proud son of the emperor, but he became the outcast of the world overnight. On the snowy winter solstice, he wore mourning and knelt in the ruins in a daze, without a drop of water, all day and night.
Next to him, clinging to his young brother, he was cold, hungry, sad, and desperate. The young child supported and accompanied him without saying a word, and finally fainted in the snow. The boy rushed into the hospital with his brother in his arms and begged the doctor to save his brother in an almost pleading voice. Outside the emergency room, the young man looked at the kind-faced old man in front of him and the expressive assistant and bodyguard behind him. A wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he signed the harsh contract with trembling hands, handing over his youth for the next twenty years to others.
He said: When I am alive, I must give an explanation to the deceased and protect the living.
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The dazzling light was mixed with the deafening sound of the audience. The young man on the stage was dressed in white and danced wildly to the dynamic music. His ice-blue hair and heavy makeup could not conceal the clarity and tenderness in his eyes. He is youthful and sunny, exuding positive power and light like a sunflower. He is a favorite idol of young people nowadays, but no one knows his struggle and despair when he fell into the cold sea and drifted with the waves.
He said: I came back from hell just to untie his shackles.