Chapter 1

"Find him carefully. He must be nearby." In the darkness, several men in black were quickly searching for something. And in a corner of an alley, Rona was being held in his arms by a man and his hand is covering her mouth as a soft voice sounded in Rona's ears. "Do not move." She passed by this path every night. This kind of thing has never happened before. Being imprisoned made Rona a little displeased, with her fingers, she touched the pockmark on the opponent's arm. Lorenzo, who was injured and in paid again, was staggered by this, and his whole body was pressed on Rona's body and his face was buried in her neck. He could smell the delicate fragrance of the girl, so his Adam's apple was surging and a violent cough made Lorenzo grasp Rona's arm tightly. A rush of warmth spread across her neck and her eyes flashed with disgust and pushed the person away. She stretched out her hand and it was stained with bright red blood. Lorenzo, who was pushed away, had no strength to support, so he fell to the ground in embarrassment, clutching his chest and coughing in pain. Rona originally wanted to leave, but seeing the other party in so much pain, her impatience flashed in her eyes, walked up to him and squatted down, picked up his hand and probed his pulse for three minutes. "You're sick. Do you want to live?" After finally stopping the cough, his mouth smelled bloody. Lorenzo knew very well about his condition. Since discovering it until now, he has seen famous doctors all over the country and concluded that he will not live in his thirties. Before he was eighteen years old, he became ill once every six months. Now it took him half a month to get sick. He knew that he could not survive the age of thirty. "Can I live?", Lorenzo leaned against the wall mockingly and closed his eyes, wanting to live. "You can live if you have money." Lorenzo opened his eyes and looked at her. He couldn't guess whether she said this to tease him or to see him pitiful to comfort him. "The voice came from here. Check it." Rona was still waiting for Lorenzo's reply. As she waits for his reply, her mouth was blocked by the other party. Lorenzo hugged Rona and changed the positions of the two of them. In order to prevent her from resisting, he held her two hands tightly with one hand. At the juncture, two men walked through the alley. When they saw the two embracing and kissing each other, one man wanted to check it out, but was pulled by another man. "Let's go and see elsewhere." The two left swearing and Lorenzo also let go of Rona, panted against the wall, slid on the ground while looking at the stunned Rona and a smile flashed in his cold eyes. "Can you really cure my illness?" Rona returned to her senses. Her mouth was full of fishy smell and her eyes were slightly cool. "It can't be cured." Then turned around, preparing to leave. Having lived for eighteen years, no one has been so frivolous about him. Although he is slow to react and emotionally stagnant, he still understands the meaning of some behaviors. "I'm angry.", Rona fell on top of him, taking her hand hard, and the two faced each other. "You kissed me and now you're asking me if your disease can really be cured?" Rona, who had never been so angry, got mad while looking at his pale face from coughing. She took out a bottle of medicine from her pocket, unscrewed the lid and fed one to him. "This will save you even if you’re not qualified to be saved..." A minute later, Lorenzo stopped coughing, not feeReid so uncomfortable, and looked at Rona in surprise. "As long as you can save me, I can give you whatever you want." He held Rona tightly. For twenty years, no medicine has been able to control his condition, but her small pill made him feel a lot better. He saw hope in her.