Chapter 3 (2/2)

-Naturally, the ”he” An Yang referred to was Su Zihang.

An Luo's nose promptly felt sour.

In front of him, An Yang could talk about Su Zihang without a care. The only thing he could do was listen, pretending to act as if An Yang’s words didn’t affect him in any way. His brother will never know that his listener has been secretly in love with him for so many years.

An Luo never spoke again during the ride.

The car finally reached the airport at three. Time was not abundant, so they checked in directly and abroaded the plane right away, sitting together.

The two put away their luggage, sat down, and fastened their seat belts, turning off their phones when it was required. After the cliche safety video was played, the plane finally took off.

An Yang saw An Luo's exhausted appearance and softly coaxed, ”Go to sleep,” while helping him adjust his seat to a more comfortable position.

An Luo glanced back to him, then nodded. ”Then… I'll sleep for a while.”

An Yang softly smiled. ”Ah, sleep. I'll wake you up if something happens.”

Because he was really sleepy, An Luo dozed off right away, unconsciously tilting his head to the side, lightly leaning on An Yang's shoulders. Instead of pus.h.i.+ng him away, An Yang adjusted his posture so his brother could be more comfortable.

Bored, An Yang took out a magazine stuffed in the back of his seat and read through it. Two pages in, the plane abruptly began to shake violently, the overhead emergency oxygen bags dropping. At the same time, a broadcast sounded, ”Dear pa.s.sengers…”

The rest of the sentence was drowned out from the hissing screams of the people on board.

An Yang turned to look out of the window; the aircraft was in high alt.i.tude, it's left wing suddenly ignited a raging fire, an unforeseen accident. Maybe within a minute, the plane will explode. The probability of escape is… equivalent to zero.

The pa.s.senger compartment was thrown into chaos, the cries and screams of men and women alike were deafening, causing bursts of pain to eardrums.

Does he want to wake An Luo up?

After a moment of hesitation, An Yang eventually dispelled that thought.

If they were to die here, it was better to let him pa.s.s in his sleep without any struggles.

In contrast to the hysteria of those around him, An Yang was rather calm, relaxed even. He has no attachments to this life; the one who truly mattered had long ago been lying under an ice-cold tombstone.

He gently closed his eyes, waiting for death's embrace. His mind flashed through a range of pictures, most of which were of Su Zihang; the first meeting with him in that gorgeous ballroom, the twinkling of stars as they kissed for the first time… he still remembered those vivid memories as if they were made yesterday.

In fact, it was not necessary to recall anything, because he… never forgot.

Just then, a young woman frantically rushed through the aisle. In her panic, she accidentally stumbled and her high heel stomped on An Luo's foot, startling him awake with wrinkled eyebrows.

Surrounded by cries and sobs, An Lou was frozen for a few seconds before he quickly pulled on An Yang's arms. ”Ge, let's go!”

An Yang calmly held his hand. ”Where can we go?”

Looking at the flames outside and An Yang's fevered eyes, he choked. ”Ge…”

An Yang turned to him and smiled. ”Compare to dying of old age, it's not bad that we die together like this.”

Looking at his dull smile, An Luo was robbed of words.

An Yang was so calm and cool-headed, but An Luo couldn't be like that. He still has a lot of things… no, actually, there is nothing holding him back.

Money, fame, rights, status, even feelings, all these things can not be brought with him to death. To be able to die with An Yang together on a plane and have their bodies burned together-perhaps this was the best end he could wish for.

An Luo stood in silence for a while, holding his brother’s hand tightly. Then, he turned around and said seriously, ”Ge, actually, I…”

A blast sharply sounded, everything in sight was eaten by a sky of flames. An Yang's smiling face was the last frame in his film of memories.

The world became silent, then his consciousness blurred.

Actually, I… love you.

I've loved you in silence for a long, long time.

In the end, he ran out of time to say this sentence.

On May 23, a Canadian Airlines pa.s.senger plane took off from Vancouver International Airport at 15:30 local time. It lost contact with the control center at 15:50, and then crashed three kilometers from the airport.

All 117 people on board died. There were no survivors.

Like a fish back in water(如魚得水): Glad to be back in one's proper surroundings; An Yang instantly clicked with the place.

Love(喜歡): To like; to be fond of (I used love instead of like because I felt like it conveyed An Luo's feelings better.)

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