The actress traveled through the drama, went crazy online, and killed the male lead every day

Jiang Zongnan woke up suddenly. He was awakened by a nightmare. In the dream, the little Jian Yuxing was crying and reaching out to him, shouting, "Brother, save me, brother, don't abandon me."

He turned around and left cruelly, ignoring Jian Yuxing's pain.

Jiang Zongnan raised his hand and slapped himself hard again. This was almost a daily occurrence. He got beaten every time he thought of it. He deserved it. When he thought that Wen Han was Jian Yuxing, whom he had abandoned all those years ago, he wanted to kill himself.

He slept in the car with the window slightly open. The evening breeze blew in. His whole body felt groggy. There were several text messages and missed calls on his phone, but he didn't care.

Wen Han's small villa was built by the lake. It was a small wooden house with a red roof and beautiful scenery. Small towns like this abroad all value privacy. Neighbors are very far away. There is only one small villa like his within a kilometer. Jiang Zongnian was hungry and tired. He went straight to the Shadow Club after getting off the plane and drove for more than an hour to the villa by the lake. He didn't drink a drop of water and was a little hungry. He took a candy from his pocket and put it in his mouth. There was nothing to eat in the car, so he drove around the town.

The town was not big, there were no 24-hour restaurants, they closed early, and no shops were open. Jiang Zongnian walked around and returned to Wen Han's house. He woke up and never fell asleep again. He sat on the steps of the villa and waited quietly. The sky was already bright, the lake was shimmering, and from time to time there was a breeze blowing, carrying the scent of grass. Jiang Zongnian leaned against the door and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, the sky was already bright and the sun was shining brightly, shining warmly on him. He heard the sound of a car and was suddenly startled. Was it Wen Han who came back?

Unfortunately, it was just a passing car. The light in Jiang Zongnian's eyes dimmed little by little. He was so hungry that he found a restaurant in the town and simply filled his stomach. Jiang Zongnian, who was prepared for a long battle, bought a lot of water, biscuits and canned food and put them in the trunk, then returned to the lake. He was not a person who would sit and wait for death, so he sent a message to let the people in Sanjiang check Wen Han's whereabouts.

This is Europe, Wen Han's territory. It is not as easy for him to find out about Wen Han as it is in China. Wen Han himself can also avoid his pursuit. Jiang Zongnan keeps forcing himself to be patient. This time, no matter what, he must see Wen Han.

Another long day passed, and there was no sign of Wen Han.

Jiang Zongnan sat on the steps, in a daze. Didn’t he want to see him?

If he was Wen Han, why would he want to see him?

Why do you want to see him?

Jiang Zongnian closed his eyes in pain.

The weather in May was changeable. In the afternoon, dark clouds gathered and heavy rain fell. Jiang Zongnan stood under the corridor. The heavy rain soaked his shoulders and hair, and he was soaked from head to toe.

The rainstorm came and went quickly. It stopped after more than an hour and the sun came out. It was a cloudy and sunny day with alternating hot and cold weather. Jiang Zongnan realized in the evening that he had a high fever. He sat on the steps like a statue. His eyes were red from the high fever. His eyes, which had been slapped a few days ago, became very painful, astringent and dry. Eye drops were of no help. Jiang Zongnan's heart was cold and he couldn't help it, so he called Fang Cheng again.

"Where on earth is your vice president?"

"I've gone to visit a friend, Mr. Jiang. Are you still waiting at the lakeside villa?"

"Tell him I'll be waiting."

"Oh, then you just wait. I don't know when the president will come back from visiting friends."

Jiang Zongnian hung up the phone.

After Fang Cheng hung up the phone, he looked at Wen Han who was sitting next to him, "Boss, what should we do? People are waiting at the lakeside villa, do you want to go?"

Wen Han sat on the sofa holding a cup of coffee, looking lazy. His overly fair face was gloomy and unhealthy, a face that had worn a mask for many years and had not seen the light of day.

"You can wait as long as you want. It has nothing to do with me if you die." Wen Han drank a cup of coffee. "I'm sleepy. Let's go back to the room and sleep."

The weather was really changeable. Wen Han woke up to find it was raining again. He did not sleep soundly at all and had a dream again. He dreamed that he was crying in the deserted mountains and was crying his heart out. It rained at night and he had nowhere to hide. The rain dripped down the leaves onto his body, cold and sticky. He cried and called out to his brother, "Don't abandon me."

At night, I had a high fever. I became confused and uncomfortable and started crying.

He was such a crybaby when he was a kid.

It was really cold in the mountains, and he had a high fever and felt uncomfortable. He curled up in a pit, his calves bleeding. He could only save himself, so he tried hard to climb up. He climbed up the pit with great effort and limped to find his brother. He always felt that his brother was just scaring him and would not really abandon him.

The mountain was filled with gloomy air and the rocks were covered with moss, making them wet and slippery. He stepped on a mossy rock and fell down the mountain, breaking his leg. He started crying again.

In the dream, the adult Wen Han looked at the childhood crybaby with disgust.

You are such a crybaby. Why are you crying? Your brother doesn’t want you. Even if you hurt your throat from crying, he won’t feel sorry for you. He hates you.

Pitiful.

Like an abandoned puppy.

Wen Han had been training in the Shadow Society for many years. He had suffered all kinds of hardships and received terrible injuries. However, those experiences, blood, and bones had never caused him any harm. In his dreams at midnight, he had never had a nightmare about any of the hardships in the Shadow Society, nor had he ever been moved by the blood. He had trained himself to be like a machine, without any emotions and with a heart as hard as stone.

But from childhood to adulthood and then to youth, during the long twenty years, he dreamed countless times of the scene when he was abandoned by his brother, his own heart-wrenching cries, and his brother's back.

Every time he was awakened, his calf always ached dully. His legs had been broken twice by Jiang Zongnan, and the steel nail in his bone was like a crack in his heart.

Ruthlessly cutting his life apart.

Cold and painful.

“Stop crying!” Wen Han, who had grown up in the dream, yelled at the crying little Jian Yuxing, “He doesn’t want you anymore, why are you crying? Stand up!”

"No, no!" Poor little Jian Yuxing curled up on the ground, holding his broken leg, stubborn and naive, "Brother will come, he will come to find me, he doesn't abandon me."

Wen Han was awakened by his angry self in his dream.