"Willow, are you crying?" Ethan asked.

He suddenly chuckled. He was so foolish. Willow couldn't speak, and he was turning blind very soon.

"What time is it? Sorry, I can't see very well anymore."

Willow took his hand and traced the number six in his palm.

"Almost six, hm? Time flies." Ethan sighed lightly.

He could feel that he had almost spent all his energy on staying up.

"Kelvin," he called.

Kelvin had also stayed up the whole night. His eyes were even redder now.

"I'm here, Mr. Miller." There was a sobbing tone in his voice.

Ethan chuckled. "You're a man. Why are you crying? I've already told you on the first day that life and death are predestined."

"I know, but … but I've never thought that it would be you, Mr. Miller …"

Everyone standing here was prepared to take bullets for Ethan and die for his sake.

If death were to come knocking, they were sure that they would die before Ethan did.

No one expected that Ethan would be poisoned while he was unguarded and that he