As autumn arrives, a slight chill permeates the air, and people's hearts grow colder. The brightly lit streets only serve to accentuate the overwhelming sense of loneliness within. The grand Cherokee towers above the surrounding vehicles, swiftly weaving through the traffic at a terrifying speed. Despite the audacity of its maneuvering, Chen Cha's heart remains completely unaffected.

"To die together."

Jiang was furious, as if a block of ice had been chilled in the car. The weather in November made it even colder inside the car than after snowfall. He didn't even glance at Chen Cha, his narrow, upturned eyes glancing sideways at the road ahead. His profile was sharp, hidden behind his drooping black bangs, with sweat beads clinging to the tips of his hair, resembling a string of stars.

On a night several months ago, he was led by this handsome individual with beautiful eyes and brows, all the way to the riverside, where he confessed his 18 years of twists and turns in both the car by the river and in the icy cold waters.

Gu Chencha rubbed her sore wrist, too exhausted to be angry with him. He was so unpredictable, like two different people. Sometimes, he made her feel like she had melted a block of ice, overwhelmed with a sense of conquest. Other times, it felt like she was engulfed in raging flames, burning her to the bone.

What surprised him even more was that this unintentional mistake ignited a rage more fierce and intense than any previous occasions. All of Jiang's upbringing and patience vanished in an instant when he closed the door of Jing'an Seventh Building.

Gu Chencha didn't know how he had bumped into the table. He fell awkwardly, without any soft body cushioning, and his head directly hit the edge of the table. Although the solid wood frame of the table had been rounded, it still hurt badly. He had no time to explain, let alone resist. The hand behind him was yanked by Jiang Nu, who fastened his belt buckle from his pants, causing his wrist to swell painfully with even the slightest movement.

"Liu Siban touched you where? Ah?" Jiang angrily hoarsed his voice as he pulled Gu Chencha towards himself. Their noses were almost touching, reminding Gu Chencha of the first time they met, when he was so gentle and affectionate, but the hand that gripped his chin was so forceful, painfully forceful.

Chen Cha's face turned red from not knowing what had happened. His vocal cords were squeezed, and he stubbornly said, "He is a friend of my senior in school. I..." Before he could finish, he couldn't even think of saying the words "I see he looks like you." Jiang angrily twisted his hand and pressed him onto the table. He felt pain all over his body and broke his lip with a bite, but stubbornly remained silent.

Jiang angrily gave his pants a couple of quick flicks. Meanwhile, Gu Chencha, with his other hand bracing the table, gritted his teeth and turned his red eyes towards Jiang, asking, "Jiang Nu, what do you take me for, treating me like this?"

Jiang naturally didn't waste his breath in responding to him. His cold voice came through, "Either you're shameless, or anyone can flirt with you."

The pants were pulled down, and the thighs pressed against the cold table leg, making one even more awake.

He was hit and was in a daze, only to feel Jiang Nu shaking and standing up. He then saw him take out a few bottles of beer from inside, walking over and squatting next to him, and said coldly, "Now if I go inside by myself, everything seems dirty to me."

When he was pressed down to the ground, he initially thought that this was just another round of Jiang Nu venting his desire, until he felt a cold object pressing against him, only then did he comprehend the meaning of Jiang Nu's words just now.

Gu Chencha struggled hard to break free. "Jiang Nu! Let go of me! Are you crazy?" His speculation filled him with fear, and he desperately struggled until Jiang Nu actually let go.

But just as Gu Chencha had barely relaxed for a while, he felt someone behind him stumble and fall onto him abnormally. His forehead hit the ground due to the impact, leaving a bloodstain on the white porcelain tiles. Immediately after, a mixture of icy cold water and blood flowed down from the back of his neck. In an instant, Gu Chencha lost all strength and collapsed onto the ground.

After getting up, Jiang Nu had no intention of letting him go. He dragged him closer, with the mouth of the wine bottle pressing against his forehead again.

That terrifying feeling instinctively made Gu Chen tea struggle again, but his strength was like a drowning kitten feebly scratching, no longer enough to provoke Jiang Nu's wrath. Ignoring Gu Chen tea's pleas for help and disturbance, he forcefully inserted the long wine bottle, bit by bit.

The excruciating pain that felt as if he was being torn apart made Gu Chencha wish for death. He instinctively rammed his head into the floor, and as he dazedly looked around, he saw that Jiang Nu had already forcefully lifted the person up, saying, "You want to die?"

I picked up the person and placed them on the bed. Seeing them in such pain, Jiang Nu, who was lost in confusion, was forced to wake up. Only feeling a surge of heartache, he finally trembled and stopped.

Gu Chencha's lower body gradually began to ooze fresh blood, which stained the beige bedsheet as soon as it touched it. Listening to Xiao Cha's cry, resembling the wail of a cat, Jiang Nu suddenly snapped to attention and trembled as he looked at his own hands. He unsteadily climbed up from the person who was no longer struggling.

He rushed into another room and rummaged through the boxes and cabinets for a long time, quickly pricking himself with a needle.

When the muffled sound finally faded away, Gu Chencha felt as if she had been wrapped up in a blanket. Then she heard Jiangnu knocking over tables and chairs as he ran out of the bedroom and slammed the door.

He lay on the bed in a daze, the dull pain from his empty lower body causing the soft bedding to feel prickly.

Jiang was furious. Inside Gu Chen's remaining consciousness, he couldn't help but wonder how many times he had asked himself, if he had known from the beginning that there were so many misunderstandings, would he have endured until this point?

"You still have a chance to hurt me like this."