The twelfth day of Jiang Zhe's disappearance.

　　Jiang Yu dialed Zhou Wei's phone number.

　　It was sleeping time on the other side of the ocean, and the woman who answered the phone had a bad temper.

　　She muttered some curses before asking who it was.

　　"It's me, Jiang Yu."

　　"She has never liked Zhou Wei, the female gangster who mysteriously became her younger brother's best friend at the age of eighteen.

　　She knows that Zhou Wei doesn't like her either.

　　The woman opposite her cursed her, and a string of dirty words showered her with insults.

　　"...Is there something you need?" Zhou Wei's voice sounded disdainful.

　　"Do you...

　　know where Jiang Zhe went?" "What's the matter?" The woman's attitude suddenly changed.

　　"He...

　　is diagnosed with stomach cancer." The person on the other end unexpectedly hung up, and busy tones came through.

　　Jiang Yu held her phone, feeling lost.

　　One minute later, she called again and the phone was answered once more.

　　The sound of emotional collapse was clear as day, Zhou Wei's sobbing sounded so sorrowful in the empty room.

　　Jiang Yu spoke.

　　"Please." "Help me find him." "As long as he is willing to seek treatment, he can live for another year or two." "Please." Zhou Wei sobbed uncontrollably on the phone.

　　"What good does living for a few more years do for him?" "Jiang Yu." "You know nothing." Jiang Yu stood still.

　　The familiar suffocating sensation almost drowned her once again.

　　"I know," she muttered.

　　"Know what?" "I know that he..." Zhou Wei laughed coldly on the other end.

　　"Jiang Yu." "The person I despise the most in this world is you." "Tang Chu is your younger brother, but isn't Ah Zhe your younger brother too?!" "Do you know that he has already died once?" "Jiang Yu..." Crying and questioning melded into one, like a knife, piercing through thousands of miles and penetrating Jiang Yu's heart so vividly.

　　"Do you know," "Jiang Zhe died at the age of eighteen."