The villa area in City A is always brightly lit. From a distance, it looks like a giant dragon entrenched on the mountain.
Calling it a villa area is actually inappropriate because there is only one resident here, Brondon, and it is not called a villa area but [Blue Mountain], which is Brondon's private residence.
Harry stayed with him tonight because Brondon was not in good condition recently, and the house was a bit scary, so he was afraid that it would be inconvenient for Brondon to be alone.
Ben didn't worry about Brondon; he clung to him and apologized to him for what happened last time.
Harry stopped Ben,
"Your brother is in a bad mood; please leave him alone for a while."
Harry has always been so considerate. Brondon neither refused nor agreed. This house is always cold. One person is cold, two people are cold, three or four are still cold.
Harry and Ben lived on the first floor, and Brondon returned to the bedroom on the second floor alone.
He sat on the bed for a while, then finally couldn't hold it in any longer and took a taxi to a place, ordering Harry and Ben not to follow him.
It was a community that had just been completed. There were very few residents living in it, and only a few had lights on.
Brondon is not afraid of meeting gangsters at night, and gangsters are even more afraid of meeting Brondon at night. He was walking in the dark and came to a unit door without knowing it was there.
He stood quietly at the door, because the owner had recently renovated it, the security door was left open. Brondon walked into the unit door and walked up the stairs.
Ascending one level at a time.
He stood in front of a familiar door, took a deep breath, and knocked.
No one opened the door.
Even if a random owner came out and scolded him for breaking into a house in the middle of the night and knocking on other people's doors when he had a fit.
But this is obviously my home...
Brondon returned to Blue Mountain half-heartedly. Harry and Ben were stunned. Ben called out cautiously, "Brother."
He ignored it and walked straight to the second floor.
Brondon sat down on the floor and took something out of his wallet.
It cannot be said to be one thing, but a bunch of things, because this thing no longer has a complete shape.
It's the photo of Crystal.
Brondon took a deep breath,
Putting the photo together was not as easy as he thought because he had torn it into too many pieces. He began to blame himself for why he had to tear it into so many pieces at that time, and why he had to put the photo back together now because he was so brainless.
Obviously, you can print a new one.
But what he was obsessed with was wanting this one.
Are old photos also good? Brandon's mind was a little confused. He struggled for more than half an hour because his hands were shaking uncontrollably. The last piece was still short of the last piece...
The woman in the photo was smiling. The smile looked painful. It was obviously a gentle smile, but Brandon couldn't help but want to cry.
Just one last piece left.
He rummaged through his pocket randomly, almost to the point of going crazy. Missing a piece of a photo is not a big deal, just like Crystal is not a big deal to him, but the more insignificant people and things are, sometimes they are the most important and the most embarrassing. It makes people worried and unforgettable.
Brandon felt like he was going to die.
He rummaged through his wallet, looking through the mess inside over and over again. The expensive wallet was torn, and the IDs inside fell to the floor, but there were none to be found. He tore them too much, and he tore up the photos. My heart is too broken to be put back together piece by piece.
He couldn't fight it anymore, he couldn't fight it anymore.
He had never been so embarrassed, and he had never been so scared. He wanted to call someone for help, but he didn't know who to call.
"Crystal..."
"Crystal."
He was too scared.
Brandon almost rummaged through the entire bedroom, thinking about the sound of moving furniture. In the ruins, he finally found the missing piece under the desk.
But this piece floated a little too far, and Brandon hunched over, unable to reach it.
"Brandon, husband..."
"I want the 13th of next month to be the date of our wedding."
"Counting this time, this is Miss Ford's third proposal. The first time was in public, the second time in private, and the third time..."
"Mr. Spencer will agree anyway."
"If you insist on thinking so, then fine, our relationship is just wishful thinking."
"This ring... is so beautiful."
...
"Mr. Spencer, don't cry."
...
He remembered everything.
He remembered how he had lost his lover in that heavy snowfall that had only happened once in a century, how he refused to believe it, how he was hysterical, how he was staggering and sad, and how he almost vomited blood.
He remembered that he saw Crystal's pale face and her stopped heart in the ward, as well as a murderer huddled in the ward, not knowing what to do.
There were so many tense emotions that when it came time to really vent, he couldn't express them. Two lines of tears flowed down Brandon's face. He clutched the photo tightly.
"Crystal, why did you leave without saying goodbye?"
Anger, grievance, and pain were all wrapped up in unknown emotions. Brandon felt that the blood all over his body was cold.
"I told you to tell me if you were bullied by others. They treated you badly. Why didn't you tell me?"
Brandon smiled lightly and spoke in a normal tone.
"If I kill them all... then everything will be fine."
There was a knock from Harry outside the door. Brandon sorted out his voice.
"Come in."
Harry was obviously stunned when he saw his uncomfortable state.
"Mr. Spencer, are you... okay?"
"I've always been like this, haven't I?" Brandon laughed and said.
With his usual handsome smile and a face that could not be matched by a canary in a cage, Harry was slightly stunned.
"Mr. Spencer, what happened between you and Miss Ford? You have been possessed these past few days..."
"Crystal."
Brandon closed his eyes tightly.
"It's my wife."
Didn't she want such an answer in her previous life? In fact, he admitted it early on. If she heard himself saying this now, would she be very happy?
Harry was confused, "When did it happen? I'm with you every day, why didn't I know?"
"She has been since she was born."
Harry was stunned for a moment, "Miss Ford...we have found the trace of your wife."
Brandon's eyes lit up, "Where?"
"City C."
"But I don't know which town it is in. It would be too laborious to check the bus, but Olivia is already looking for it."
Brandon nodded, "I see."
He looked at Crystal's photo and kissed it.
"Crystal, do you know what happens if you leave without saying goodbye?"