"Mr. Lancaster, according to the test report, you have been diagnosed with oral cancer. It is recommended that you maintain a regular daily routine and avoid excessive drinking."
Leon stumbled down the road, drunk, clutching a liquor bottle. The doctor's cold, unfeeling words still rang in his ears, and tears spilled again down his gaunt, anguished face.
At this moment, he was no different from a mindless zombie, a shell of flesh. His gaze was hollow, and everything in front of him had lost its original color, fading to the lifeless gray of death.
"Charlotte? Is that you, Charlotte?"
Every time he spotted a back that resembled her, his eyes, which had been like a long-broken machine, abruptly sputtered back to life for a moment. He would chase after the figure, hug them tight uncontr
