Fucheng sat closest to her, and at this moment he seemed to have become the straw that she saved the most.

She struggled to kneel down, but she had only one weak left leg left, and she couldn't even get out of bed. So she held Fucheng tightly with her hands tightly, her eyes widened, and she looked at him hopefully, and tears fell on the quilt.

"Please, believe him. Shosuke is not that kind of person. He will not seek death, he will not kill anyone. Our breakup is all my fault. If he really wants to die and wants to die with me, then why am I still alive? Why, why am I still alive?"

"Isn't the damn person the one who deserves the most?"

"It was me who abandoned him, it was me who was scared. Yes, Shosuke is so smart and has so many ways to take me to die with him. He will not keep me alive. So it's not him, it's not him. Please, believe him, it's not him, it's not him."

It seemed that she had hysteria, and she repeated the same words over and over again. She cried bitterly, and countless words of apologizing could not make up for the empty regret and despair in her heart. She could only say it again and again-

"He's a good guy, he won't be that way, he won't be that way."

"It's not him."

"It's me who deserves to die, it's me who deserves to die..."

His hands were suddenly held tightly and the sound stopped abruptly.

Yamashita Hui raised her head, her dry and skinny lips opened, and through the heavy tears, she looked at the young man blocked by layers of water mist.

Fu Cheng held her hand with his back, his face calmly, and he spoke softly. His voice was very light, but every word was extremely clear, soaking her heart, and somehow, it calmed her down.

"I believe that at the last moment of his life, what he thought must be-"

"If you can survive, that's great."

The world suddenly became quiet.

Half an hour later.

The ward door is closed behind him.

Fucheng was about to take a step when the old Joseph teased his voice: "I thought you were going to say just now, I believe it must be not what the outside world speculated, he is not that kind of person."

The steps stopped, Fucheng turned to look at him, and a smile appeared on his pretty and plain face: "I think it was you who told me just now that the truth was revealed, no matter what, our investigators must not mix personal feelings."

Old Joseph laughed, and he patted Fucheng on the shoulder, about to speak.

The young black-haired man continued with the still smiling voice: "Also, maybe it's Shosuke Maeda can't bear the debt pressure and the breakdown of his relationship, so he chose to commit suicide by crashing into the plane?"

In an instant, the sun was covered by thick clouds, like a cold-blooded smile of a devil.

The corners of his mouth slowly froze.
Chapter completed!