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Love...Deceive...Haunt....

“Are you the patient's girlfriend?”

"Yes, he is my lover."

At a private hospital in the city center Inside a white room filled with various medical equipment and doctor's manuals, a tall, slender young man was talking with a young, energetic doctor who had a fever with a look of concealed concern on his face. When they received news that their loved one had been in a car accident.

“There are no major external wounds, no broken parts. This is because the patient himself was wearing a seat belt. There were no internal wounds torn or any bones broken. Considered very lucky But..." The young doctor held up the x-ray film before placing it on the screen for the patient's relatives to see.

"But what, doctor? Is it really serious?"

“From the brain x-ray results It is the result of a severe shock. Therefore, there is a state of memory loss or, if the local language is lost, memory loss.”

"Oh...then there's no way to cure it, doctor."

“Don't worry. Looking at the symptoms, it's not a concern. Once the brain is repaired, it doesn't take long for the memory to gradually return. In the meantime, the doctor will allow the patient to return to recuperate at home. But if you have a severe headache, please take us back to the hospital immediately.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“As for the other patient, the doctor would like to express his sincere condolences. that we cannot save our lives.”

“It's okay, I believe the doctor helped to the best of his ability. My friend has passed away peacefully. My friend doesn't have any relatives. How do I contact him to pick up the body? If I have the documents ready to come pick him up, I'll probably have to excuse myself first, doctor. Thank you very much.”

"It's okay, Park Chanyeol."

The tall, curved figure said goodbye to the doctor with a smile on his face before stepping out of the room.

“Finally we can be together...Lay.”

Eeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

The sound of tires slamming hard against the road made a loud sound that reverberated throughout the area, along with the car crashing into an electric pole so hard that it was broken into two pieces.

“Yi Qing...wake up, can you hear me? Yi...Qing, please don't be okay. I'm sorry. Please don't be okay..." Followed by the sound of someone coming from somewhere but I couldn't see.

“Who!!! Where are you?” The little figure looked around and found nothing but emptiness and no sign of the owner of the voice.

"I'm sorry, please don't worry..."

“Come out now, come out!!!!”

“Lay!!! Lay!!! Is something wrong with you?”

A small body lay on a hospital bed. Wake up to the sound of your calling. With a face covered in beads of sweat and eyes wide with awareness, he gasped several times like someone who had just gone through a run.

“You...Ouch!!!” The small figure immediately held his head because he suddenly felt a sharp pain that brought tears to his eyes.

“I'm Chanyeol, your husband, darling.”

"husband?"

“Yes, don't think about anything in a hurry. You've had a bit of a concussion. Here's water, drink it."

"Thank you. Why...I don't remember anything." The small figure accepted the glass of water that the other person gave him and sipped softly to quench his thirst. The taller person was anxiously waiting to wipe away the sweat from the other person.

“Don't worry, we'll go back to our house and you'll remember. Keep smiling.”

“Yes, and what is my name?”

“Lay...Zhang Yixing.”

Zhang Yiqing... Yiqing, Yi...Qing, the owner of the voice in the dream must have been him...

A medium-sized one-story house in a village in the middle of the city was currently attracting the little people's attention. After the couple left the hospital, they went straight home with the talkative Park Chanyeol as the driver. As the car drove into the house, passing through the small front garden where various flowers bloomed, it was as if they were waiting for the home owner to return.

“Those flowers…”

“Those flowers, dear, were planted by me. Do you see those purple flowers? That forget-me-not tree is your favorite.”

It must have been true, as the tall man said, because after getting out of the car, the little man immediately walked towards the flower bed, as if that area was his usual place for him and another person.

"Missed me, right?...You guys were so beautiful while I was away. He took good care of you, right?...He...he..." The small figure squatting in front of the flower bed slowly stared at the flowers. The Forget Tree had a soft nut as tears slowly flowed down its cheeks.

“Who...Who is he?...Who is the person I thought of...?”

“Yi Qing...” A mysterious voice sounded in Yi Qing's ear along with a gentle wind that blew past the little man's body. It was as if the wind was hugging the little person to comfort him.

“Lay!!! What's wrong with you? Do you have a headache or is it hurting somewhere?” Chanyeol, who had finished putting his things into the house, walked over to look at the little person sitting in the flower bed, but then he was startled and ran to see him when he saw that The little man was sitting and hugging his knees and crying.

“Huh..huh..Chanyeol huh”

“It's okay. It's okay. Let's go into the house. I'll make you something warm to drink myself.” The tall figure hugged the other person and gently rubbed his back to comfort him before leading him into the house.

The tall figure led the little man into the house... which he didn't remember. But the little person felt the warmth and comfort as soon as he stepped into the house. A body that seemed familiar with this place took himself into the living room where he usually sat. High beside your body so that you can speak any words.

“I'll go make some cocoa for you, darling. Can you stay alone?”

"Yes, I'm fine," the little one replied without even looking at the other person.

Two small legs step into the living room area with a large window. Looking out, you can see a small vegetable garden. Including many varieties of berry trees that look like the homeowners must really like them so much that they plant them in large numbers.

Yixing sat down on a large sofa with a strawberry pattern, where he could sit and watch TV or read a book, depending on what the owner wanted. Inside were two little sheep dolls. He slowly sat down before smiling. Come softly.

“So cute.” The little person looked around the living room. The room was decorated with cute furniture, alternating with some pieces of furniture such as display cabinets or TV shelves, which were highlighted in black tones, making the large garden not suitable to look at. With some cute things, but when looked at together, they fit together surprisingly well.

While waiting for the hot cocoa that the tall man had volunteered to make, his eyes swept over a small picture frame that was placed face down in the display case. But before he could get up to look, Chanyeol walked in with a mug of hot cocoa.

“Wait a long time?” The tall figure walked over and sat down on the same sofa before handing another person a glass of cocoa, but before Yixing could lift the drink, the vase on the work desk in the corner of the room agreed. Let's break first.

Pleng!!!

“Dammit, it's okay. I'll go see for myself. Darling, please drink this. You must be tired from traveling. Please sit and rest.” The tall man smiled before his thick hand gently ruffled the other man's soft hair and got up to leave.

"thank you"

Strangely, even though the window wasn't actually open, why did it fall and break?

While the little man was drinking cocoa in his hand, he was looking at the tall figure who was busy picking up the pieces of the broken vase. He suddenly felt tired so he decided to put down the unfinished cocoa cup and slowly lay down and hugged her. The two sheep dolls were held close to their chests and they fell asleep.

“Get out of here!!! Get out of this house!!!”

“Who are you?” It was the man's voice again, definitely the person from that dream. I remember his voice.

"Get out of here. Don't be near it. Get out."

“Sir,” I saw him and that man. He was so tall... Why wasn't he smiling? Or what is he angry about?

“Yi Qing, I'm sorry...”

“You know me, right? Tell me who you are.” That familiar face…why? Why can't I move? Can anyone help me? No matter how hard I try to move my arms or my legs, my body just won't move.

“Don't just wait for me. Don't rely on it!!!”

“Get out of here, Yi Qing…”

And then the man disappeared amidst a cloud of white mist.

“Wait, brother!!! Wait for me!!!”

Haha!!!

“What's wrong? Had a nightmare. Oh, I'm here.” Chanyeol hugged and gently stroked the other person's hair.

“This is…”

“Yes, good people, this is our bedroom. Chan saw that his beloved was asleep on the sofa and was afraid that sleeping would be uncomfortable. So Chan carried him to sleep in the room.” Yixing slowly sat up and squeezed his neck gently because of his fatigue.

“How long have I been asleep?”

“How about three or four hours? Are you hungry yet? It's time for dinner. Chan made shrimp porridge that Darling likes. Shall we go out and eat it?"

“Can I go to the bathroom first?”

“Okay, the bathroom is that way. Chan will go out and set up the table and wait. Anyway, my dear, please hurry and follow me. Kiss!!!” The tall figure stood up before pressing a soft kiss to the other person's rounded forehead and walking out of the room.

As for Yixing, who just recently woke up with a strange feeling from his dream just a moment ago, he decided to go wash his face and eyes a bit, maybe it would help him feel a bit refreshed.

The little man took out a towel from the glass cabinet next to him and washed his face before turning on the faucet and gently rubbing his face.

“Get out of here.”

What is this!!!

Is he dreaming again or why is the man he saw in his dream just now in the mirror!!! Damn, that's not the case anymore. It's not a dream Yes, it's definitely not wrong. The shadow of the man in the mirror is the same person.

Inside the mirror appeared the shadow of a man. Tall and slender, with a sharp-looking face and golden hair, a ridged nose complements a slender, well-shaped face. His two thick eyebrows were furrowed together and his fierce eyes were staring at the little man without looking anywhere.

Tuk Tak...Tuk Tak...

At a time like this, what should we do? If we call for Chanyeol to help us, we will never know who this man is and what he really wants.

The small figure decided to muster up the little courage he had and turned around to look behind him. This was the position where I thought I would definitely see the man. But then...I didn't find anyone. And as soon as he turned around to take the same book, the man's shadow was no longer there...

What kind of joke is this? What we saw just now was definitely not our own imagination. What exactly does that man want from us!!!

"It's been a long time. I'm just about to come in after you. Sit down, or the shrimp porridge will get cold first."

The tall figure stood up and moved to pull out a chair for another person to sit on before walking back and sitting on his own.

“Thank you,” Yixing thanked him before using a spoon to gently stir the rice porridge before blowing gently and scooping it into his mouth.

"Your face is pale. Do you feel bad?"

“What can I say? It seems like I saw something strange in the bathroom.” Yixing decided to tell Chanyeol because at least he and Chanyeol were still known as lovers. And maybe it will make him

“How strange is this? Can you try telling Chan about it?” The tall figure reached out and gently held the other person's hand.

“I saw a man in the mirror but when I turned around I couldn't see anyone. And then he disappeared.”

“Um...it's nothing, Chanwa...maybe it's a side effect of the medicine. Because your memory is gone, it will get better soon. It's okay.” The tall man squeezed the other man's hand gently and smiled in encouragement.

“That's right... It might be like that... This porridge is delicious.”

"I made it myself with all my skill. If it's delicious, darling, you have to eat a lot so you'll get better quickly." The little man nodded in agreement before shoveling more porridge into his mouth.

It's probably like Chanyeol said because we wanted to refresh our memories quickly. So we saw a hallucination...

And who exactly is that person?

This morning was a particularly nice day, perfect for exploring around the village. But even then Even if the weather is good, we still aren't ready to go anywhere by ourselves...

“Today Chan will go out to run some errands that you love and want to go with?”

A tall figure who was busy preparing documents and putting them in his bag asked his lover.

“Would it be good? I still can't remember anything. If you took me with you... it would be a hardship for you.”

"Don't think too much, sweetheart...then on the way back to the station, we'll stop by and buy some strawberry cake for you. Darling, can you live alone?"

"No need to worry, I can stay."

The small figure nodded softly.

"Don't go out at all. Can you promise Chan that you won't go out?" A strong hand reached out to brush the other man's bangs and looked into the little man's eyes, waiting for an answer.

“Yes, I promise.”

And for that reason, I decided to spend the morning driving water and fertilizing the plants and flowers in the garden. As I said before, today the weather is more favorable for being outside than inside. It would be better if I could do something else than just sit and sleep in the house alone. And another thing in the backyard, those berry trees bear a lot of fruit, which makes me want to go pick them and eat them while reading. It is considered a good idea.

“Wow, this baby is so big, look at it!!!”

Wait...who am I talking to?

Feeling like deja vu again It's as if I've had this kind of thing happen before...in this place...with someone else... Who else am I familiar with?

"very appealing to eat"

“Try it and see.”

A picture of a small man feeding a large raspberry into the mouth of a white man with blonde hair who opened his mouth wide, waiting to receive the large raspberry before gently nipping at the tip of his small finger like he liked to do.

“How are you, sweetheart?”

"Mmmm, just the right amount of sweetness. A little sour. Do you think we should keep it and use it to make jam?"

"Then I have to help you pick it up. I'm just eating it."

The small man's mouth was thin and he puffed out air until his cheeks were so smooth and cute that the tall man couldn't hold back his fangs, so he took the opportunity to press his nose onto his cheek until it made a loud hissing sound.

"Oh, Brother Chris!!! Ching told me to help you put it away." Two small hands raised up to cover his own cheeks, which were clearly reddened.

“Yes, yes, yes, I am, haha.”

"Brother Chris...."

What is this all about? What are these memories? Forgotten memories are slowly returning, little by little, the memories I once lived with someone else. Someone who makes my heart skip a beat, someone who makes me miss him so much. Who is he?

There must be something that Chanyeol hasn't told me about in this house...there must be something in this place that can bring back my memories and I have to find it.

“Brother Qing!!!”

Before the little figure walked into the house with the fruit basket, he was stopped when he heard a call from a small boy sitting astride a small four-wheeled bicycle, waving his arms around.

“Mama said that Brother Qing is sick and has gone away?”

The little boy bowed in greeting before smiling and bowing again when he saw that there was another man standing on the balcony of the house where his close brother lived, and that man was another very familiar older brother.

"Yes, I'm a little sick. What's your name, little one?"

Yixing opened the gate and smiled warmly at the little boy.

“Wow...How could Brother Qing forget Little Hun? Little Hun is very disappointed!!!”

The little boy crossed his arms over his chest and acted as if he was irritating his older brother.

“I'm sorry, I'm just a little unwell. So...is it a good idea to do this? Is it a good idea to give all these fruits to Nong Hoon?"

"No, I don't want it. Little Hun comes to play at Brother Ching's house. Brother Ching has to make grape pie for Little Hun too!!! Most importantly, it has to be bigger than Chris's!!! Otherwise, Nong Hoon will be really upset.”

The child shouted loudly and clearly until the little man was shocked when he heard that person's name again so he decided to ask again to make sure that the name he heard was correct.

“Brother Chris?”

"Ha!!! Nong Hoon will go first. Mama sent Nong Hoon to buy fish sauce. If you're late, Mama will definitely have to hit Nong Hoon.

The little boy took off riding his trusty four-wheeled bicycle as soon as he finished speaking but didn't hesitate to stick out his tongue at the tall figure standing on the balcony of the house.

“Wait a minute, Nong Hoon!!!”

This is too strange. He must be someone we know. There must be something that can definitely answer this question....Who is Brother Chris?...and where is he?

“Brother Chris...is that his name?” The little figure decided to search through the things inside the house but couldn't find anything that could be a clue.

“There must be something to it.”

Pleng!!!

“What was that sound?” The small figure rushed to see the source of the sound and of course it came from the living room.

As soon as he arrived, he was faced with the same picture frame he had seen the day before. But now it fell to the ground. Even though the door or window wasn't actually open.

“How did you agree to this...?”

As soon as the little person picked it up and looked at it fully, he was stopped when the person in the picture was...

“Brother Chris...”

There was nothing inside this photo except for three men smiling at the camera. some place That's right...one of the three people in this picture was the same person he saw in the mirror the other day and was definitely the same man in his dream. The man in the middle was himself and the other man was Park Chanyeol. It was as if the fragments of memories that were still lingering in his brain were being awakened.

“Ah...ow!!! Please. Please figure it out. Please…” The small figure collapsed to the ground as soon as a severe headache came and he had to drop the picture frame onto the ground.

“Please...please.”

“What are you doing!!!”

“Nooooooo!”

“Honey, what's wrong with you? Do you have a headache? Wait a moment for tea. Chan will go get the medicine for you.”

“Chanyeol...ah. Oh!!!” The small figure turned towards the newcomer's voice before clutching his head as if his headache would double in intensity. It seemed like it would explode into pieces.

“What should we have for dinner this evening?” asked the tall man, holding his lover's hand with his left hand while still steering the steering wheel with his other hand on the relatively quiet road.

"Um...Qing wants to eat hot pot today. Let's eat hot pot."

"Do you want to eat hot pot?...The day before the competition, you still complained to me about your weight gain, didn't you?"

"Ah... well, I want to eat this too, Chris."

“No, no.”

“Okay, it's not too late yet. Drive a little faster and you should be able to catch the regular shop. Any later than this, I'm afraid it's not a very good menu.”

“Then let's go ahead. Gogo!!!” The tall man couldn't help but smile at the cute expression of the person next to him, if it weren't for the fact that he was driving. I want to steal a kiss on the cheek that will hurt one side.

Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

“No, no, no!!!!!”

When approaching a sharp curve, the tall figure tried to step on the car's brakes several times, but the speed of the car did not slow down in the slightest. Plus, the speed at which he had accelerated a moment ago should not have slowed down the speed, causing the tall figure to start get alarmed

“Brother Kris in front of him.” The small figure turned to look at the person next to him, whose expression was now filled with worry.

"Ching...the brakes are broken. Please hold my hand."

“Brother Krisching, I'm afraid...” The little man was frightened when he saw that the road ahead was a sharp curve and it didn't seem like the car's speed had slowed down at all.

“Don't be afraid, good people will be fine. Believe me..."

“Brother Chris...”

Eeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

“Nooooooooooooooooooooooo.”

At the sound of the voice, the small figure fell to the ground. Before finally losing consciousness...

...late at night...

"Ah..." The little figure slowly moved up from the bed with fatigue and a headache that was slowly getting worse.

"I remember now...we remember now, Chris...haha, I remember now."

“Huh... Where is Brother Kris? Why did you leave Ching alone? Huh, Chris, I'm scared. Huh...huh."

The small figure hugged his knees and fell on his face, crying in the silence of the room with no one beside him.

He was facing reality, a very cruel reality...

"Ching...I'm sorry."

"Huh... Brother Chris!!!" The little body was shocked by the warmth he received. and the images seen

That's right, it's definitely not wrong...the person hugging us...this feeling is...

“You're still here, right? You're still with Ching, right?!!! Hey, you didn't leave Ching alone, right? Answer me.” The little man shook the person in front of him to find the answer.

What does this mean and what were the past several days dreaming? Is this what we're dreaming about? Brother Chris isn't dead yet, right? And we're not dead yet, right? What exactly is the truth?

"Brother...it's true that you're dead."

"untrue!!! You're lying!!! I'm here. I'm with Ching. How can I die? Please don't make fun of me. It's not funny at all. Haha. Seriously, you're teasing each other like this. Huh...it's not funny at all. Not funny at all, haha."

“Don't cry, I'm sorry. I didn't want it to be like this.”

"Why did you say we'd be together? Why don't you keep your promises? You're a liar. Brother Chris is a liar. Huh?"

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” The tall figure hugged his lover with a heart that made no sound. Both hands rubbed the back to comfort the person in his embrace. Who was now crying and sobbing non-stop, just hearing that made his heart that had stopped beating almost shatter into pieces again.

Blood-red tears slowly flowed from his eyes. Thinking about it, he could only blame himself even though he was dead... He didn't want to be the ghost who made the person he loved so dearly cry.

“Ching, listen to me. Qing must wake up and escape from here. It's not safe here.”

"What do you mean here, our house? Huh..."

“That guy was the one behind it. He cut the brake lines on our car that night.”

“Why does Brother Chan have to do that? I don't understand.”

“Qing must wake up. There is no time. I promise, I will protect you, I promise.” The tall figure placed a soft kiss on the lips of someone he loved before instantly dissolving in front of the other's eyes.

“Brother Chris!!!”

“Huh!!!” The little man woke up with a heavy feeling. The dream just now felt so real. Just as he was about to move, his eyes widened again when he found something restraining him. His wrists were tied with a thin rope crossed behind the back of a two-legged tall wooden chair. Keep it as well.

The small figure shook his head slightly to get rid of the dizziness in his head. Then he looked around and found that he was in the same living room as he was before he lost consciousness. The atmosphere outside was dark. Along with the rain that poured down non-stop, the small lights that had been turned on for a long time began to slowly turn off.

That's right...all he had to do now was escape from this place.

“Ah...how do we untie the knot?” Both arms and legs tried to pull back and forth to make the rope come loose, but it didn't seem to work.

"Jujuju, don't move. A good person will scratch your body like this." A deep voice sounded in my ear. with a voice that was hidden in a darkness that had never been experienced before

“Brother Chanyeol, why? Why did you tie it up?”

“Oh... calling you like that means your memory has come back... Wow, the fun has stopped. Huh..that's good!!!!”

"Why? Why do you have to do this to us? Aren't you and Chris close friends?" the little figure shouted to the person in front of him.

“Why is it that people like him are outstanding in everything? People like him take everything away from you. How can someone like him steal you away from you even though I really liked you first? Huh... even though you came first. I met you before it came back and took everything away. It would be better for people like Chris to just die!!! Hahaha.”

The tall figure laughed hysterically, laughing and crying like a crazy person. Yes, Park Chanyeol had lost his mind. There is no longer Park Chanyeol who smiles brightly and warmly.

“What does it mean? Did you intentionally cause us to have an accident?”

"Huh, that's right. The brake cables and the airbag (airbag) on ​​the driver's side were the ones I removed myself. How's that? How did it die? Hahahaha. It's already dead. Did you hear that, Chris? Already dead!!!! Haha.”

“You're bad!!! You're the worst!!! Ouch!!!"

Two thick hands squeezed the white cheeks hard and shook them in the opposite direction until the thin face turned in the direction of the force.

“Don't be so clever with your mouth. Yixing, if you still don't shut up. I'm going to send you out there to live with Cris, but before we continue having fun... I think we'd better help deliver Cris' corpse first. Sounds like fun, right? Yes, hahaha.”

“What will Chanyeol do!!! Where is Brother Chris? What will Chanyeol do to Kris?

"Oh my gosh, calling another man's name in front of your husband like that is not cute at all."

Crazy!!!

The sound of a thick palm hitting the white cheek so hard that the white cheek turned bright red and blood flowed from the corner of the mouth.

“Huh, come and sit here. Let's encourage your husband to send his best friend to heaven.” Chanyeol moved Yixing's chair to the balcony before opening the glass, causing the small man to stop breathing.

“Brother Chris!!!!! Hey, let me go!!! Let go now!!!!”

“Hahaha, it's raining heavily. My friend Chris must be really cold. I guess I have to hurry.” The tall figure walked down to the garden and picked up a shovel that was lying nearby before digging up the area near the other person's lifeless body.

"Whoa, let go of Ching, brother Chan!!! Let go of Ching now, someone can help, anyone can."

scorching!!!! Fizzy!!!

“Hahahahaha”

The sound of thunder rumbled across the dark sky, followed by raindrops falling down mixed with Park Chanyeol's laughter. Now it's like a crazy person.

"No, Brother Chris. Haha. Someone please help Brother Chris..."

Amidst the sound of the rain pouring down continuously, the two heavy hands continued to dig like crazy. In my ears, the little person's cries could still be heard. At night this late, no one would come to help the little person.

“You're dead, Chris. You're dead. Haha. Yixing is mine. It's mine alone and no one will ever take Yi Qing away from me again. Haha.

Bang!!! Tight, tight.

The sound of the door being opened violently and the sound of many people's feet rushing towards the room where the little person was and the garden as well.

"Stop it now. The police are all surrounded. Put down your weapons and surrender."

“Are you alright?” the chubby policeman turned to him and asked before helping him unwrap the rope.

“Let me go, I didn't do anything wrong, what did the police arrest me for?” Chanyeol's voice, who was now being captured by the police, shouted frantically.

“Park Chanyeol, you were arrested for indecent confinement. and kill others with premeditation.”

“I didn't do it, please release me now.” Chanyeol, who was struggling like crazy, was now being dragged away by a police officer in a car.

“Thank you very much to the police who came to help me in time.”

"It's okay. We were notified so we were able to arrest them in time. If anything, tomorrow, I would like to invite Mr. Yixing to give a statement at the police station. As for the body of the deceased... I'm sorry, but we would like to Keep it as evidence and don't know if it will be anything or not.”

“It's okay, I understand. I really have to thank the police.”

“Then I will excuse myself first.”

Many police officers returned to the police station, but some remained to work tonight to collect evidence.

“Brother Qing!!!!” The voice of a young child shouted as he ran over and hugged the small body's waist violently.

"Nong Hun..how did you get here? Hello, Mr. O."

"Is something wrong? I thought I wouldn't make it in time." The voice of the woman walking with the little boy said with relief. He remembered that this woman was Little Hunnie's mother.

“Not in time?”

"Nong Hoon and Mama were the ones who called the police to report it. Brother Chris said that Brother Ching is in danger. It's time for the Super Rangers to take action!!!"

“Brother Chris...”

“Yes...that is, in the early evening there was a phone call at my house. I heard Mr. Chris' voice telling me to inform the police. Mr. Yixing is in danger, that's what he said. I don't know where Mr. Chris is now. Or did you just go and give a statement to the police? I didn't see you just now... Mr. Yixing. What's wrong?"

"Huh, Brother Chris. Huh."

The small body collapsed to the ground as soon as he heard the stories. A loud cry sounded out as tears streamed down Yixing's face without interruption.

"I promise, I will protect you. I promise."

Thank you, thank you for standing by my side...

I promise no matter how much time passes...

Ching will never forget you for the second time...

You will be in my heart forever...Ching the contract...

I love you Chris...

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