4

Scott and Grace sat shoulder to shoulder in the back seat. Grace pretended to be panicked and mentioned me: "Brother, sister Hannah called you several times just now, and it was an emergency number. Is there anything wrong?" Scott sneered twice and said, "What can happen to her? She didn't live in a good home but rented a house outside. She is so free! She just told me that she is leaving. I guess she is going back to her hometown to find her mother!"

Grace looked terrified, but there was a smug light in her eyes. "It's not because of me, is it? Brother, believe me, I really didn't mean to ruin your engagement party! Give me sister's phone number, I will apologize to her in person, okay?" She sobbed softly.

Scott took out a tissue and gently wiped Grace 's tears and said softly: "She is too willful, it has nothing to do with you." After that, he turned around, held the tissue tightly in his right hand, took out his mobile phone from his side pocket, and stared at the screen thoughtfully.

I glanced at it curiously, and the screen was exactly the last text message I sent: [I'm leaving, I wish you happiness, don't bother me or miss me. ] After a while, he suddenly smiled, tapped the screen with his fingers and replied: [Where are you going? Nannan missed you, you haven't eaten well, I'll pick you up tonight. ] Nannan is the Samoyed dog we raised together.

The driver slammed on the brakes, and the two people in the back seat fell forward unexpectedly due to inertia. Grace scolded: "Do you know how to drive? I almost hit my head!" Scott opened the car door and ran out, without time to pick up the phone that fell under the car seat. The sentence was still in the input column and had not been sent out in time.

Thick smoke gushed out from the waist of the high-rise, forming a thick black cloud, as if dusk was falling. The firelight reflected on the broken glass, accompanied by explosions and roars that resounded through the sky. The commander who had just rushed out of the sea of fire saw Scott and threw the mask he had torn off on his head without saying a word, and scolded: "Don't you know how critical the fire in the high-rise is! You are the closest, and the support from the whole city has arrived, but your team is not here! Now there is a total of one dead and ten injured. Think about how to explain to the people and the higher-ups first!"

The stretcher was the first to carry out my body, and other wounded were also rescued one after another. Out of respect, someone found a white cloth to cover my broken body, leaving only my hands hanging limply. Scott was stunned when he saw the bracelet dangling from the upper half of my wrist.

The commander's tone was filled with anguish: " Scott , human lives are at stake, we can't be careless! This is the only death at the scene, a girl in her early twenties was burned to death, and not even a complete body was left. It's so tragic!" Scott took a deep breath, and when he looked up again, he had regained his composure: "I'm sorry, I led everyone on an emergency mission. I rushed here as soon as I received the news. The journey is a bit far."

The commander saw his favorite student bowing his head to admit his mistake, and it was not easy to say anything. He patted Scott on the shoulder and instructed: "The fire has been controlled. You lead everyone to complete the finishing work. Pay attention to safety!" Scott nodded and was about to step in. The commander saw Grace who had been hiding in the car, and his tone, which had just eased, suddenly became furious: "Is this what you call an emergency mission?"

"You ignore the working people and have to play house with a little girl who uses depression as a cover?" Scott, I emphasize again that I will not interfere with your private life, but now is work time, can't you play sex games behind closed doors? "Also, forgive me for saying something, you and Hannah are going to get married, isn't it time to settle down?"

Scott didn't respond, and took another sneak peek at my body. He fiddled with the same bracelet on his wrist stiffly, muttering, "It must be a coincidence, it must be a coincidence..." When I left the new house, I only took a few clothes, and I didn't take any of the jewelry gifts he gave me. Scott probably thought of this, his expression calmed down, and he started working attentively. But he probably forgot that this pair of bracelets was our token of love, and I never took them off until I died...