Cold, so cold... An Qiao sat on the ground naked, hugging himself tightly and shivering. He still remembered... That person was his brother An Zi? Why, how could Anzi become like this? So scary... "Brother." He heard the familiar voice of someone outside. Then the man came in. He raised his head with a confused look on his face: "Who are you?" An Zi frowned, but it was very dark here and An Qiao didn't see it. An Zi's lips curled up: "I'm your brother, An Zi." An Qiao's eyes widened, and she couldn't believe it: "You're not him... He's so... Good..." "Brother, I'm good, of course I will be good, because I love you!" An Zi grabbed An Qiao's shoulders. An Qiao's face turned pale instantly: "No, it won't happen..." "Brother doesn't believe it, then let's do it again."