(Multiple-faced Nian attacks × Charming bitch beauty, 1v1)
"You, follow me, aren't you afraid of death?"
Many years later, Yan Qing still often thinks of that rainy day.
He was lying on the cold road with stick wounds, knife wounds all over his body, and even several gunshot wounds. The blood and soil on his body were mixed and condensed together, and his original appearance could no longer be seen clearly.
A boy of about sixteen years old stood in front of him, but he never looked at him. Instead, he played with a pistol in his hands casually. One of his hands held a white handkerchief, and his slender fingers skillfully wiped the gun body with it.
The slender raindrops shuttled between the two people, and there was a long silence.
After a long time, seeing no response from him, the young man frowned his handsome eyebrows and had a cold expression on his face.
"Tsk", waste of time.
Subconsciously, he thought this man was dead. As soon as he moved, he heard an extremely weak sound coming from him.
"Don't be afraid..." Although it was small, it still reached the young man's ears.
Then there was no sound.
"The vitality is quite tenacious." It seemed like a sigh, but also like a statement.
After Yan Qing woke up, the young man asked him some questions gently, with even a smile on his lips. This sudden change in attitude was completely different from the previous indifference.
But, why, no matter what he thinks, he only knows that his name is Yan Qing, and has no other memories...
Intention: Believe in those who love you