The man stood by the window.
His solitary figure, like an eagle in the night, stood out starkly.
He was shirtless, his muscles sculpted and firm, like Michelangelo's statue of David, his body radiating power.
He embodied the beauty of male strength in its purest form.
His eyes, sharp like an eagle's, were filled with nothing but hatred.
Feng Xinglang was awoken by a nightmare.
This nightmare had haunted him for three months:
Flames soared into the sky, accompanied by the sound of glass shattering from the unbearable heat.
The air was thick with the stench of burning—wood, cables, and even flesh!
Someone had to stay behind to manually open the escape door.
"Bang, get Xinglang out of here! Don't worry about me. If you don't leave now, all three of us will be trapped here. Go, hurry!"
"Xinglang, remember my words: as long as you're alive, I'll live!"
Three months had passed, but those words were still as vivid as ever.
Feng Xinglang, a man who controlled most of the economic lifelines of Shencheng.
But no amount of money or power could bring back his brother, Feng Lixin's health!
The man slowly closed his hate-filled eyes, shutting out both the anger and the noisy world, while engraving that nightmare deeply into his soul.
Feng Xinglang put on his pajamas and walked briskly out of his room.
The long, dim hallway made the already eerie night feel even more so. He stopped in front of a tightly shut door.
The door opened, and a middle-aged doctor stepped out. The smell of harsh disinfectant lingered in the air.
"Has my brother gone to sleep?" Feng Xinglang asked softly.
"I just wiped down the eldest young master. The smell of disinfectant is still strong inside. Second young master, you're allergic to disinfectant, so it's better not to go in just yet," the doctor said.
"He won't die!" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly and walked straight into the pungent, dim room.
Inside, the room was half-lit, but the figure of a man lying in bed was faintly visible.
Feng Xinglang walked over to the bed, knelt down, and carefully took hold of a hand.
It was a hand scarred and deformed from fire. It could neither grip nor straighten.
Looking up along the stiff hand, he saw a face, burned beyond recognition. The scars crossed and twisted, distorting the features, leaving behind what had once been a handsome face, now unrecognizable.
Despite the terrifying appearance, to Feng Xinglang, the face was still handsome, still full of love.
The man lying in bed was Feng Lixin, his elder brother. He had been willing to sacrifice his life for Feng Xinglang.
Heaven had shown some mercy to Feng Lixin. He had been rescued by the rescue team, but his body was irreparably scarred by the flames.
"Did you have another nightmare, Xinglang?" Feng Lixin's vocal cords had been damaged by the fire, and his voice was unclear, but Feng Xinglang understood him.
"No!" Feng Xinglang gripped the deformed hand tighter. "I just wanted you to stay with me a little longer."
Feng Lixin knew clearly that the deeper the bond between brothers in times of life and death, the harder it was to let go.
Because of this, Feng Lixin was even more worried. His time was running out. If one day he were to pass, his younger brother, Feng Xinglang, would forever be trapped in the abyss of hatred, consumed by it until he lost himself!
So, before his death, he must find a woman for his brother, Feng Xinglang!