He has saved countless people, but if he can't save the one he loves most, what's the point!
He felt like his head was going to explode and he felt like he was suffocating.
He held on to the wall and walked toward the door inch by inch. Every step he took was like walking through thorns, and blood gushed out.
After a moment, he seemed to have lost feeling and direction, and just kept moving forward. Tears flowed down silently. He forgot what sadness and pain caused him, and he didn't know when he bit his lip and blood flowed from his mouth.
The person is in extreme pain, the pain reaches its limit, and all intuitions are instantly numb and die.
The sound of cars on the roadside was endless, and the curses around him followed one after another. He lay in the middle of the road, looking at the high sky, the blue color, so thorough and clear and beautiful.
After a while, a group of people surrounded him. Many people recognized this prodigy, and their phones kept flashing and shaking to record every moment.
He couldn't feel the presence of the crowd, but the beautiful sky was gone, and he no longer had concentration. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
For a month, he was mumbling in his sleep, sometimes awake and sometimes confused. When he is awake, it is all her memories and painful regrets; when he is confused, it is all her shadow, constantly groping and searching.
People rumored that he was crazy.