Alpha Caden hasn't shown up in front of me for several days. Everyone is speculating about what exactly happened to him.
Last night, I received a brief message: "I'm in the hospital. Come and see me."
I didn't reply, but Alpha Caden persisted in sending a lot of messages.
"Please...."
"Don't be so cruel..."
"I really regret it..."
I know that he has always had some restless health conditions.
Past injuries have almost become a part of his life, but this time the message is different. There is a kind of heaviness in his tone that makes me alert.
I stood in the corridor of the hospital, holding my mobile phone, my eyes peering through the glass window, watching the white mist outside gradually thicken, as if the world had also been shrouded in a shadow by some unknown force.
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