Chuchotements d'un amour inexprimé

Chapter One

The body lay in perfect repose on the Victorian fainting couch, looking more like a sleeping beauty than a victim. Detective Sarah Chen had seen enough death in her ten years with the Metropolitan Police's Special Cases Unit to know that natural death never looked this peaceful. Something was very, very wrong.

        'No signs of struggle, no marks on the body, and yet...' She leaned closer, studying the victim's face. Charlotte Mills, aged 28, was found by her roommate this morning, apparently having passed away in her sleep. Her expression was serene, almost blissful, but her eyes - those were what caught Sarah's attention. Behind the closed lids, her eyes were moving rapidly, as if still deep in REM sleep.

        "You see it too, don't you?" The voice came from behind her, rich and cultured with a slight Irish lilt. "She's still dreaming."

        Sarah turned to find a tall man in an impeccably tailored charcoal suit standing in the doorway. He hadn't been there a moment ago, she was certain of it. His dark hair was streaked with silver at the temples, and his eyes were an unusual shade of amber that seemed to shift color in the light.

        "This is a closed crime scene," she said firmly, her hand instinctively moving toward her weapon. "How did you get in here?"

        He smiled, but it didn't reach those strange eyes. "Dr. Marcus Thorne," he said, pulling out a card that somehow both looked official and seemed to shimmer slightly. "I'm a consulting specialist with the Department's new Oneiric Phenomena Division."

        "The what division?" Sarah frowned, taking the card. The moment her fingers touched it, she felt a slight electric tingle, and the letters seemed to rearrange themselves before her eyes.

        "Dreams, Detective Chen. We investigate crimes involving dreams." He moved into the room with fluid grace, his attention fixed on the victim. "And this is the third one this month."

        Sarah's mind raced. There had been two other deaths recently - both young women, both found peacefully dead in their sleep. She'd seen the reports but hadn't made the connection until now. "How do you know about those cases?"

        "Because I've been tracking the killer for quite some time." Thorne knelt beside the body, his eyes now definitely more gold than amber. "He's what we call a Dream Collector - someone who has learned to enter and steal dreams. But this one has developed a taste for more than just dreams. He's taking souls."

        Under normal circumstances, Sarah would have dismissed such talk as nonsense. But there was something about the scene, about the victim's still-moving eyes, about Thorne himself, that made the impossible seem suddenly plausible.

        "If you're tracking him," she said carefully, "why haven't you caught him?"

        Thorne's expression darkened. "Because he only appears in dreams. The physical world is my domain, but his... his is the realm of sleep. To catch him, we need someone who can walk between both worlds." He turned those unsettling eyes on her. "Someone like you."

        "Me?" Sarah almost laughed, but the sound died in her throat as memories she'd long suppressed began to surface. The dreams that felt too real, the nights she'd awakened to find objects moved in her room, the way she sometimes knew things she couldn't possibly know...

        "You've always known you were different, haven't you, Detective?" Thorne's voice was gentle now. "The dreams that come true, the hunches that turn out to be right, the way you can sometimes see how people died just by touching objects they owned..."

        Sarah took an involuntary step back. "How do you know about that?"

        "Because I've been looking for someone like you. A Natural - someone born with the ability to cross the threshold between waking and dreaming." He gestured to the victim. "Charlotte here won't be his last. There will be others, and their souls will remain trapped in an eternal dream unless we stop him."

        Just then, the victim's hand twitched, her fingers moving as if writing something. Sarah moved closer, watching as invisible words were traced in the air. Thorne pulled out what looked like an antique monocle and held it up. Through its lens, golden letters shimmered in the air where Charlotte's fingers moved.

        "Help me," Thorne read aloud. "He's coming for the others."

        Sarah felt a chill run down her spine. She looked at the victim's peaceful face, at those restlessly moving eyes, and made a decision that would change her life forever.

        "Tell me what I need to do."

        Thorne's smile was grim. "First, you need to learn to control your abilities. Then..." he held up the monocle, through which Sarah could now see strange symbols glowing all around the room, "you need to learn to hunt in dreams."

        Outside the Victorian townhouse, storm clouds gathered, and Sarah Chen, homicide detective and newly discovered dream walker, took her first step into a world where nightmares were real, and death was just another kind of sleep.

Chapter Two

The basement of the Natural History Museum was the last place Sarah expected to find the headquarters of a secret dream investigation unit. Yet here she was, following Thorne through a maze of storage rooms filled with artifacts that seemed to pulse with their own inner light.

        "The mundane world only sees what it expects to see," Thorne explained, using an ornate key to unlock a heavy wooden door marked 'Private Collection.' "To them, this is just museum storage. To us, it's the largest collection of dream artifacts in the Western Hemisphere."

        The room beyond defied physics. It stretched impossibly far, filled with glass cases containing everything from ancient masks to modern-looking devices. Floating orbs of soft light illuminated collections of bottled dreams - actual dreams, swirling like liquid mercury behind glass.

        "Your badge, Detective," Thorne held out his hand. Sarah hesitated before handing over her police credentials. He placed it on a strange device that looked like a Victorian music box crossed with a computer. When he returned the badge, it felt different - heavier, somehow more real.

        "Now you'll be able to access both worlds officially," he said. "Look at it again."

        The badge had changed. Alongside her regular police credentials, new text had appeared: 'Special Inspector, Oneiric Investigations Division.' The letters seemed to shift between English and something older, something that made her eyes water if she looked too long.

        "Before we can hunt the Dream Collector, you need to understand what you're dealing with." Thorne led her to a case containing what looked like a normal pillow. "Touch it."

        Sarah reached out hesitantly. The moment her fingers made contact, the world tilted. She was suddenly standing in someone else's dream - a sunny beach, but the sky was green and the sand whispered secrets. She jerked her hand back, gasping.

        "Good," Thorne nodded approvingly. "Most people can't pull back from their first dream artifact. You have natural barriers."

        "What was that?" Sarah's heart was racing.

        "A dream fragment from 1892. A young girl's last dream before the influenza took her." His voice softened. "We preserve them here. Dreams carry memories, emotions, sometimes even pieces of souls."

        "And this Dream Collector... he takes entire souls?" Sarah remembered Charlotte Mills' peaceful face and restless eyes.

        "He traps them in eternal dreams, feeding off their essence." Thorne moved to another case, this one containing what looked like a cracked mirror. "Each victim becomes part of his collection, their souls powering his abilities, letting him dreamwalk without natural talent like yours."

        Suddenly, the cracked mirror began to frost over. In its surface, Sarah saw Charlotte Mills' face, mouth open in a silent scream. Then another face appeared - another victim, she presumed - and another.

        "He's showing off," Thorne growled. "He knows we're investigating."

        The temperature in the room dropped dramatically. Frost patterns spread from the mirror to nearby cases, and Sarah heard what sounded like distant laughter.

        "Well, well," a voice echoed through the room, seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere. "A new player in the game. And such interesting dreams you have, Detective Chen."

        Sarah felt something brush against her mind, like cold fingers trying to pry open a door. Instinctively, she slammed her mental barriers shut. The presence withdrew, but not before leaving behind an impression of amusement.

        "He's already caught your scent," Thorne said grimly. He pulled out a small velvet bag and removed what looked like a dreamcatcher made of silver wire and black pearls. "Wear this when you sleep. It won't keep him out entirely, but it'll stop him from stealing your dreams while you're still learning to defend yourself."

        As Sarah took the dreamcatcher, her fingers brushed Thorne's, and suddenly she was hit with a flash of his dreams - centuries of memories, battles fought in realms of sleep, and a profound sense of loss that made her gasp.

        Thorne withdrew his hand quickly. "Your abilities are stronger than I thought. We'll need to work on your control."

        "What are you?" Sarah asked directly. "You're not just some government consultant, are you?"

        Before he could answer, an alarm began to sound throughout the facility. One of the dream bottles had turned black, its contents writhing like smoke.

        "He's hunting again," Thorne said, already moving toward the exit. "Someone in the city has just entered their last dream. Are you ready for your first real case, Detective?"

        Sarah touched her new badge, feeling its power hum under her fingers. "Do we have time to save them?"

        "If we're lucky, we might catch him in the act. But remember - in dreams, he's incredibly powerful. One wrong move and you could lose your soul."

        As they rushed from the dream archive, Sarah caught one last glimpse of the cracked mirror. In its surface, she saw her own reflection smile back at her with eyes that weren't quite her own.

        The hunt was about to begin.

Chapter Two

The basement of the Natural History Museum was the last place Sarah expected to find the headquarters of a secret dream investigation unit. Yet here she was, following Thorne through a maze of storage rooms filled with artifacts that seemed to pulse with their own inner light.

        "The mundane world only sees what it expects to see," Thorne explained, using an ornate key to unlock a heavy wooden door marked 'Private Collection.' "To them, this is just museum storage. To us, it's the largest collection of dream artifacts in the Western Hemisphere."

        The room beyond defied physics. It stretched impossibly far, filled with glass cases containing everything from ancient masks to modern-looking devices. Floating orbs of soft light illuminated collections of bottled dreams - actual dreams, swirling like liquid mercury behind glass.

        "Your badge, Detective," Thorne held out his hand. Sarah hesitated before handing over her police credentials. He placed it on a strange device that looked like a Victorian music box crossed with a computer. When he returned the badge, it felt different - heavier, somehow more real.

        "Now you'll be able to access both worlds officially," he said. "Look at it again."

        The badge had changed. Alongside her regular police credentials, new text had appeared: 'Special Inspector, Oneiric Investigations Division.' The letters seemed to shift between English and something older, something that made her eyes water if she looked too long.

        "Before we can hunt the Dream Collector, you need to understand what you're dealing with." Thorne led her to a case containing what looked like a normal pillow. "Touch it."

        Sarah reached out hesitantly. The moment her fingers made contact, the world tilted. She was suddenly standing in someone else's dream - a sunny beach, but the sky was green and the sand whispered secrets. She jerked her hand back, gasping.

        "Good," Thorne nodded approvingly. "Most people can't pull back from their first dream artifact. You have natural barriers."

        "What was that?" Sarah's heart was racing.

        "A dream fragment from 1892. A young girl's last dream before the influenza took her." His voice softened. "We preserve them here. Dreams carry memories, emotions, sometimes even pieces of souls."

        "And this Dream Collector... he takes entire souls?" Sarah remembered Charlotte Mills' peaceful face and restless eyes.

        "He traps them in eternal dreams, feeding off their essence." Thorne moved to another case, this one containing what looked like a cracked mirror. "Each victim becomes part of his collection, their souls powering his abilities, letting him dreamwalk without natural talent like yours."

        Suddenly, the cracked mirror began to frost over. In its surface, Sarah saw Charlotte Mills' face, mouth open in a silent scream. Then another face appeared - another victim, she presumed - and another.

        "He's showing off," Thorne growled. "He knows we're investigating."

        The temperature in the room dropped dramatically. Frost patterns spread from the mirror to nearby cases, and Sarah heard what sounded like distant laughter.

        "Well, well," a voice echoed through the room, seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere. "A new player in the game. And such interesting dreams you have, Detective Chen."

        Sarah felt something brush against her mind, like cold fingers trying to pry open a door. Instinctively, she slammed her mental barriers shut. The presence withdrew, but not before leaving behind an impression of amusement.

        "He's already caught your scent," Thorne said grimly. He pulled out a small velvet bag and removed what looked like a dreamcatcher made of silver wire and black pearls. "Wear this when you sleep. It won't keep him out entirely, but it'll stop him from stealing your dreams while you're still learning to defend yourself."

        As Sarah took the dreamcatcher, her fingers brushed Thorne's, and suddenly she was hit with a flash of his dreams - centuries of memories, battles fought in realms of sleep, and a profound sense of loss that made her gasp.

        Thorne withdrew his hand quickly. "Your abilities are stronger than I thought. We'll need to work on your control."

        "What are you?" Sarah asked directly. "You're not just some government consultant, are you?"

        Before he could answer, an alarm began to sound throughout the facility. One of the dream bottles had turned black, its contents writhing like smoke.

        "He's hunting again," Thorne said, already moving toward the exit. "Someone in the city has just entered their last dream. Are you ready for your first real case, Detective?"

        Sarah touched her new badge, feeling its power hum under her fingers. "Do we have time to save them?"

        "If we're lucky, we might catch him in the act. But remember - in dreams, he's incredibly powerful. One wrong move and you could lose your soul."

        As they rushed from the dream archive, Sarah caught one last glimpse of the cracked mirror. In its surface, she saw her own reflection smile back at her with eyes that weren't quite her own.

        The hunt was about to begin.

Chapter Three

They arrived at St. Bartholomew's Hospital just as the emergency lights began to flash. Sarah followed Thorne through corridors that seemed to blur at the edges of her vision, her new badge somehow clearing their path without ever being shown.

        "Room 307," Thorne said, his voice tight with urgency. "Young male, admitted for minor surgery, slipped into an unusual coma during recovery."

        The patient, David Parker, age 23, lay perfectly still on his hospital bed, his eyes moving rapidly beneath closed lids. Just like Charlotte Mills. But this time, something was different - the air around him rippled like heat waves over hot asphalt.

        "He's still in the process of taking him," Thorne said, pulling out what looked like an antique pocket watch. "We can follow if we're quick. Are you ready for your first dream dive?"

        Sarah's heart pounded. "What do I need to do?"

        "Take my hand. Focus on the patient. Let your consciousness slip between the moments of reality." Thorne's eyes began to glow that strange amber color. "And whatever you see in there, remember - dream logic is real logic in that world."

        Sarah grasped Thorne's hand and looked at David Parker. The world tilted, twisted, and suddenly...

        They were standing in a hospital corridor that wasn't quite right. The walls breathed slowly, the floor was made of flowing water that somehow supported their weight, and the ceiling was a swirling mass of constellation maps.

        "His dreamscape," Thorne explained, his voice echoing strangely. "Every dreamer creates their own reality. Look."

        Down the impossible corridor, a figure in a doctor's coat was leading David Parker by the hand. But the 'doctor' was wrong - his shadow moved independently, reaching out with grasping tendrils towards other dreams that floated past like soap bubbles.

        "The Dream Collector," Sarah whispered.

        As if hearing his name, the figure turned. Sarah's breath caught. His face was a beautiful mask of shifting features, never settling on one form, but his eyes... his eyes were endless pits of swirling dreams.

        "Ah, the new dreamer," his voice was like silk over broken glass. "And my old friend Marcus. Still trying to police the dream worlds?"

        Thorne stepped forward, and Sarah noticed his appearance had changed in the dream. His suit was now made of living shadows, and wings of dark light stretched from his shoulders. "Let him go, Collector. You've taken enough souls."

        The Collector laughed, the sound causing the hospital walls to crack, leaking golden dream-light. "Taken? Oh, Marcus, you still don't understand. They give themselves to me. Show her, David."

        The young man turned, and Sarah saw his eyes were glassy with bliss. "It's beautiful here," he said dreamily. "All my pain is gone. All my fears. He takes them all away."

        "By taking everything you are," Sarah found herself saying. She took a step forward, instinctively reaching for her police badge. In the dream, it transformed into a shield of pure light. "David, this isn't real healing. It's theft."

        The Collector's face rippled with anger. "You dare interrupt my collection?" The corridor began to twist, reality bending around them. "Let me show you what happens to those who interfere with my work."

        Suddenly, the floor beneath Sarah liquefied completely. She started to sink, but instead of water, she was drowning in dreams - thousands of them, each containing a fragment of someone's stolen soul. She saw Charlotte Mills dancing endlessly in a ballroom of mirrors, saw other victims trapped in perfect moments that had become eternal prisons.

        "Sarah!" Thorne's voice cut through the chaos. "Remember - dream logic! Make your own rules!"

        Dream logic. Sarah closed her eyes, focusing on her years of police work, of protecting people, of solving puzzles. When she opened them, her badge-shield had transformed into a sword of pure thought.

        With a cry, she slashed through the dream-flood. Reality reasserted itself - or at least, this dream's version of reality. She stood on solid ground again, facing the Collector.

        "Impressive," he purred, but she sensed uncertainty in his voice. "You're stronger than the usual dreamers Marcus recruits. Perhaps we could make a deal..."

        "No deals," Sarah said firmly. She could feel her power growing, reshaping the dream around them. "David, look at what he really is. Look with your heart, not your fears."

        For a moment, David's eyes cleared. The Collector's beautiful mask slipped, revealing something ancient and hungry beneath. David screamed, pulling away from the creature's grasp.

        The Collector snarled, his form shifting into something monstrous. "If I can't have him willingly..." Shadows exploded from his body, reaching for David.

        What happened next seemed to unfold in slow motion. Thorne spread his dark wings, shielding David. Sarah's sword of thought became a net of light, trapping some of the shadows. But the Collector himself simply... stepped sideways, vanishing into a door that appeared in the air.

        "Sweet dreams, detectives," his voice lingered behind. "We'll meet again soon. After all, Sarah, your dreams are particularly... appetizing."

        The dreamscape began to dissolve. Sarah felt Thorne grab her arm, pulling her back through layers of reality. Then...

        They were standing in the hospital room again. David Parker was awake, gasping, but alive and whole. A nurse was rushing in, responding to his sudden revival.

        "We saved one," Thorne said quietly. "But he'll be angry now. And he'll come for you."

        Sarah touched her badge, still feeling echoes of its dream-power. "Good," she said grimly. "Because I have some questions for him about Charlotte Mills. And about what you really are, Marcus Thorne."

        Thorne's expression was unreadable. "All in time, Detective. For now, you need to rest. Tomorrow, your real training begins."

        As they left the hospital, Sarah could have sworn she saw her shadow move independently, reaching for dreams that floated just beyond the edge of sight. The world would never look quite the same again.

Chapter Four

Sarah's apartment looked different when she returned that night. The shadows seemed deeper, more alive, and ordinary objects cast reflections that didn't quite match reality. The dreamcatcher Thorne had given her pulsed softly in her pocket, responding to the changed way she now saw the world.

        She was exhausted but afraid to sleep. The Collector's words echoed in her mind: 'Your dreams are particularly appetizing.' Instead, she spread her case files across the coffee table - photographs of Charlotte Mills, the other victims, and now David Parker's medical records.

        A soft chime from her badge interrupted her concentration. The metal had grown warm, and when she touched it, words appeared in that strange shifting script: 'Archive. Now. Emergency.'

        The museum was different at night. Sarah's new badge led her through doors that hadn't existed during her first visit, down stairs that seemed to descend far deeper than the building's foundation should allow. She found Thorne in a circular room she hadn't seen before, surrounded by floating screens of light that showed various dreamscapes.

        "We have a problem," he said without preamble. "The Collector's attack pattern has changed. Look."

        The screens shifted, showing a map of the city overlaid with points of light. "Each light is a dreamer," Thorne explained. "The blue ones are normal dreams. The red..." He gestured, and several dots pulsed an angry crimson. "Those are nightmares being actively shaped by outside forces."

        "He's attacking multiple targets at once?"

        "No." Thorne's expression was grim. "He's leaving traps. Dream-snares. Anyone who falls asleep in these areas risks being pulled into a constructed nightmare. He's trying to overwhelm our ability to respond."

        Sarah studied the pattern of red dots. "They're forming a shape... a symbol?"

        "A summoning circle." A new voice joined them. Sarah turned to see an elderly woman emerging from what appeared to be a door made of starlight. Her eyes were milk-white, but she moved with absolute certainty.

        "Sarah, meet Dr. Eleanor Price, the Archive's keeper," Thorne said. "And yes, she's blind in the waking world, but in dreams..."

        "I see everything," Eleanor finished. Her unseeing eyes fixed on Sarah with uncomfortable accuracy. "Including what our friend the Collector is truly planning. He's not just taking souls anymore. He's building toward something larger."

        She gestured, and the room transformed around them. They were suddenly standing in what looked like a vast library, but the books were made of dreams, their pages flowing like liquid memory.

        "Every dream ever archived is stored here," Eleanor explained. "Including the oldest nightmares of humanity. The Collector isn't just a thief - he's trying to wake something that should stay sleeping. Something we locked away centuries ago."

        She pulled a book from the shelf, and its pages burst open, projecting a scene of ancient horror - a time when the boundary between dreams and reality was thinner, when nightmares could walk in daylight.

        "The Last Nightmare," Thorne said softly. "We thought it was safely contained, but if he completes that summoning circle..."

        A sudden tremor ran through the Archive. One of the red dots on the map had grown larger, pulsing violently.

        "He's starting," Eleanor's voice was urgent. "Sarah, you need to see something before you face this." She pressed her fingers to Sarah's forehead, and suddenly...

        She was in a memory. A younger Thorne stood with a woman who looked remarkably like Sarah herself, facing down a shadow that threatened to devour the world. The woman - another dream detective? - sacrificed herself to help seal away the nightmare.

        "Your mother," Eleanor's voice echoed in her mind. "She was one of us. Her sacrifice helped lock away the Last Nightmare, but the Collector has never stopped trying to free it. And now he's found you - her daughter, with her power."

        The vision ended abruptly as another tremor shook the Archive. More red dots were pulsing on the map.

        "Why didn't you tell me?" Sarah demanded, turning to Thorne.

        "Because I promised her I'd keep you away from this life," he replied, pain evident in his voice. "But now the Collector knows who you are, and we're running out of time."

        "The summoning circle will be complete at the next new moon," Eleanor added. "Three days from now. If the Last Nightmare wakes..."

        "Then we stop him before that happens," Sarah said firmly, though her mind was reeling from the revelations. "How do we break these dream-snares?"

        "It's dangerous," Thorne warned. "Each one is a trap designed specifically for dream walkers. If you're caught..."

        "Then you'll just have to watch my back," Sarah said. She touched her badge, feeling its power respond. "Where do we start?"

        Eleanor smiled, her blind eyes somehow twinkling. "First, you need to understand what you truly inherited from your mother. It's time you learned about the true history of the dream walkers - and why the Collector fears your bloodline above all others."

        As if in response to Eleanor's words, the books around them began to glow, their pages rustling with the weight of secrets about to be revealed. In the map above, the red dots pulsed like a countdown to catastrophe, and Sarah realized she had less than three days to master powers she never knew she had.

        The true game was about to begin.

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"Senior, je suis désolé, je t'aime bien, mais je ne peux plus te voir ......" Lucas ferma lentement les yeux, et une larme de cristal s'échappa du coin de son œil ......
Au revoir, permettez-moi de vous appeler : "EJ...... tu es à moi." Tu as dit un jour que seule la personne la plus aimée pouvait prononcer ce nom.
"Boom !" La porte a été violemment poussée, un homme en transe, les pas instables, s'est approché du lit d'hôpital, fixant directement Lucas, criant en panique ......
"WAh ...._.(." vsiffle-yt-ill tFrisvt.emsetnMtV w.l.ó.Y..x.s
L'homme sembla s'effondrer, serra fort le corps de Lucas, criant de douleur : "Je ne veux pas, je ne te l'ai pas encore dit, je t'aime ......"
Mais Lucas est déjà parti, pour ne plus jamais revenir.
Il tremble et porte sa main au bout du nez de Lucas, ses yeux s'éteignent peu à peu, l'homme tombe à genoux, impuissant : "Il n'y a pas d'air ......"
"kLRu.caJsa *Co(opmewr,F tu hneJ XmX'aasA &prasv gdi,t q!ue$ tyut Qm'Vaimai.s, EJt,hanx BlSak^eQ,J j*e ny'ai pasx henccoJrDe eau lb'ocFc.asionl sde tbe l_ej dFire h..v.g.y.y." JL^esN UlGar'mes^ coulenOtf srurR !soónL vvisaag,er,. Wlau rdOouTlvemur$ veZstD atvrSoce.
"Pourquoi tu ne me l'as pas dit ? Si tu ne l'avais pas fait, comment l'aurais-je su ? Tu crois que je te détesterais ? Comment le pourrais-je ? Je veux juste t'aimer......Mais maintenant......Lucas, comment puis-je faire face à ce désir sans fin...... "Non seulement la nostalgie, mais ton absence a rendu ma vie insignifiante...... "Non seulement les pensées, mais ton absence a rendu ma vie insignifiante." ......
Lucas parti, le reste de la vie d'Ethan Blake n'aura plus de sens ......
Le chaton qu'il disait rechercher ......
N^onZ seuDl(eJmenSt$ WiZl km&'aismheD,l BmaiIs( aj$e tA'.aimre !asuxss)iX, vLucaQs .....s.J D'èus la WprCem)ièbrye fLoihs* q$ujeM Rje$ rt'yai em&brassxéF, Ples se!nltiBmenft d'MamDoéur était Ipro$fo^ndyém,entQ Gen_racinéx.N
"Qui t'a dit de me provoquer, qui t'a laissé apparaître dans mon monde ? Lucas, comment peux-tu partir comme ça ? ...... J'ai dit, qui a pris mon premier baiser, qui est ma personne ! Tu ne peux pas mourir !" Ethan se pencha, pleura amèrement, appuya sa tête contre le front froid de Lucas, son cœur comme un couteau ...... Il a presque perdu toutes ses forces.
Ethan étreignit étroitement le maigre et osseux Lucas, des larmes coulèrent sur les joues de Lucas, il le mit lentement dans ses bras et s'allongea avec un soupir de soulagement.
"Tu me punis ? Si j'avais su que cette journée se passerait ainsi, j'aurais préféré te ramener au dortoir, pour vivre ensemble ......"
"Thu sPaims qLuoig ?X ACh!aqÉu,ec foKiIsn qlue jtkuL mCe regHaGrdes en si^lennGce,Q McommMeK je msmuiés hIeurfeUu!se v.Y.É..*.!.^ Pourquoi me. XreÉgNaVrGdesA-tuA Xevnt caxchset&teg ?É Tu$ Gm.'aimes bMiMesnF,k ci'eósht$ év)iwdent,j (mapis VtSu doTiOs gtUet toOrtuKreVrL X...Q...,V pestit igmbéOcilQe .i...d..f"s Si strupideT qnus'!i_lz n'ma Vmême plas rYé$alpisé sxe&s pvrWoFpres. OsetnptQimIenVts,I uEt(han Blake eCs!tI pcelFuaih éqHu,iL wensLtP proqfounOdéWmLemnjt am)ovurevux. ide Luujc!aMs.C
"Je n'arrive pas à croire que tu m'aies dit, Senior, c'est bien de se marier et d'avoir des enfants ...... Mais où est-ce que c'est bien ! Foutaises ...... Qu'est-ce que ça a à voir avec moi ? Si ce n'était pas pour toi, je ne serais pas si pressé d'avoir une famille...... "Tant que je peux être avec lui, je suis prête à ne pas avoir d'enfants......
"Uh......Ethan...... "Lucas a essayé de tendre la main et de pousser son épaule......
Autrefois, il n'était qu'un faible, mais maintenant Dieu était vraiment bon pour lui......
Es't-cye v'rai$ cQe DquM'ilK yviaenbt Pd(e CdVi*rej ?ó
Lucas est très excité ...... son cœur bat de plus en plus vite ......
Elder l'aime-t-il vraiment ?
Le léger sourire d'Ethan s'est incurvé, mais un malaise s'est installé dans son cœur, "Lucas ?"
"Çaw féait mwalé H.(..l.S.F.g csenYio&rc,M jPe mekuras .É.x.)..L. Je dsDuKis ys'if DheGu_remux dqe Wte voiurV uenXfóinu .j..é.r.. t"nLucaAs LrevRanUtB .la mWahinb, lilv ScarvesmsBe Pd.ouvc,e!mWe&nWtN élek vPisagXe fdeW Mla fpYersonkne ^quB'^iOlt a^imje.I
Ethan pleure et secoue la tête : "Non, Lucas, je vais t'épouser, je vais t'épouser ...... Tu ne peux pas mourir !" Si tu pars vraiment, je ne pourrai jamais vivre.
"Je pensais que tu étais mort ...... et maintenant tu es toujours là, comment puis-je te laisser partir ?"
"Non ...... senior, je ne peux pas tenir, Dieu me favorise, laisse-moi te voir une fois, je suis déjà satisfait." Lucas secoua la tête, il ne voulait jamais laisser le senior l'accompagner.
"cLu*caós l..O....,k Xvals(-tu ma'abanzdobnneXrK ?i VEtlhaYnA ch*aglrtinHéJ, lceusx !yNeukx, fmxorntruanient$ mdu dékselszpxozir f..,.G... dPoAucrfqkuoBi(,H TLu^cxaXs' be^st FsuirÉ Ulce pRoitnt zdseA DpaCrqtMirf,x tmQaisO ail ne veut pBasN lem ldaiZsserY l^'acco.mpUazgneNrz .W..!.j..X
Les yeux de Lucas étaient remplis de larmes : "Non, non, non ...... senior, je vais mourir, je ne veux pas te traîner ......" Il aime tellement Ethan, mais il veut seulement qu'il vive bien.
"Mais maintenant tu dis que tu t'en vas...... "Ethan ferme les yeux, est-ce un abandon ?
Lucas s'est légèrement penché en avant, fixant Ethan avec intensité : " Je t'aime, au revoir ...... " A ce moment-là, il a enfin fermé les yeux, silencieux à jamais.
Aj cZet) inisctanxt,* .LWu(cna$sw OsWem sle*nt(iMta f^loLtteAr ciotmhme unV knWuatgeM, JlKe sZoHursijreX gaZux( lDèvIrmesJ,r lsei _cœVuLr póle_in beDtL vsQat_isfaictr i.d.f..U..T
Les cris d'Ethan lui déchiraient les poumons, Ryan soupira dehors, s'approcha discrètement, posa sa main sur l'épaule d'Ethan : "Ethan, ne sois pas triste ......Lucas dans cette vie, le plus grand amour, c'est toi, il espère seulement que tu pourras vivre bien. ...... "Il était déjà content.
Ethan a levé les yeux, les yeux gonflés comme pour détruire le monde, en gémissant : "Il m'a dit qu'il m'aimait, mais pourquoi devait-il mourir ? ...... "Il est parti dans les bras ......
Ryan a ressenti un pincement au cœur, comment puis-je le réconforter ?
Eéthwa*nD rpa_massse la Kfhine Luc_asQ avzeIc Nprrécaut_iobn, ",Tdu jesv tvrKa,iment( crauVelT, mlaWiksÉsge-UmoNiX danFs) ta mmonrqt rcompÉr(e&ndrke laN rcéptoynmséep kdeJ _t*oznZ cœur. .....É. Quelh )eBst óls'Qintérêdt éd'éApowuPsweBr nudnp OhommqeJ, !quelj Rest hlI'intérJêYt' Ld'lé)pgousIeGr uIn bFiseIx,u(el r?v Ixl Kest celGui, NquKe jjc'KabiGme Mlef XpalusK )dans QmonF gcfœuDr EQthanA WBlak'e."X
Ryan a tendu la main, essayant de l'arrêter, "Où l'emmenez-vous ?"
Ethan fixe froidement Ryan, "Il n'était pas à moi quand il était vivant, il sera à moi quand il sera mort".
Ryan ferme lentement les yeux, "Allons-y ......".
EthRaXn s.errQe jLkuNcavs qcovntRre lDujiF, Alu'KiénfSirmIière _essNaiXeA dae &l,e YdissMuMadBerb, jm^aisM &les Syeux d'JE(tuhWaznu sWosnStb remXpliYst Kdóe PcAraciPnatTeC,u cmodmmQe s'il gsp'augrisssaict ydh'WuLne bIêBtae GnBoxu^veNlle!mAent Dnépe.,F ne ip*erXmpetDtIannntp àA pXersmon'nOe& dver s'arppzroccWher.
"Il est à moi ......, personne ne peut me l'enlever !
L'infirmière a fait un pas en arrière : "......" La scène est déchirante !
A ce moment, Lucas flotte derrière Ethan, observant silencieusement ce qu'il fait, son cœur se brise comme un couteau, mais il ne peut rien y faire ......
I&l bnYe Nsawixt pWaOsJ pLoIur)qxuGoGi ziMl n'qe^st pdass eqncaoGrwe PpSarthi. D.s.V.D.T.r.p
"Ethan, que dois-je faire ? ...... "Si je n'avais jamais été là, peut-être que ça ne se serait pas passé comme ça......
Mais ......
Mon cœur est toujours le tien.
J*e lpes rjure H...!..F.
S'il y a une vie après la mort, je me fiche de devoir éteindre un feu et de me brûler. Peu importe ce qui t'arrive, je me souviendrai toujours que je t'aime ! Oui, c'est parce que je suis trop faible pour continuer, alors je suis comme des cendres dans cette vie, et je serai en enfer pour toujours.
Ethan, laisse mon amour pour toi être enterré en enfer, au revoir ......
"Je suis désolée, c'est à cause de moi" ...... "Si je n'avais pas été là, la vie d'Ethan aurait été aussi belle qu'elle l'a été...... tu es brillant, adorable, et admiré par les filles comme les nuages et les longues files d'attente. Et j'ai tout gâché... Et je ne suis toujours pas un homme... Et je ne suis toujours pas une femme...
Dfepbuisl qJuxei jeA fsVuQis. eznVtcréX dÉans ta WviOe, t_ountl aM _cOhrangé.N..s.*..,
Si je n'avais pas traversé le terrain de basket, pourquoi t'aurais-je embrassé ?
Ce baiser est si nostalgique, mais il est impossible de le renouveler dans cette vie ......
Ouvrez légèrement la bouche et rendez-lui un hommage silencieux.
Uéne SlarzmeH ÉcrGiUstallinXe gflDisPsxeó duO dchoÉiAn de lh'gœiClC.
Ethan a disparu, avec le corps de Lucas, la famille Blake d'Oceanview l'a recherché, essayant de découvrir la piste du chef de famille. ......
Mais Ethan semble être mort, ils ont beau chercher dans le monde entier, rien n'y fait ......
L'homme qui est né doit être vu, et l'homme qui est mort doit être vu ......Mais Ethan n'a pas pu trouver la silhouette, et a disparu sans laisser de traces......
À acem Qm!om_ent-lHàP, E_thaén Ys)'XappZuyiaviYtd sur bunue& jpuirerrle XtoImhbWal'e! suér lxahqSuePlJlqeU onX p!ouCvaigt liyrre ó:I r"ÉL(u,cas ColopUer,B YépoCuNsheu Ld'xEthSabnD yBlaJkeA.P"
Ethan sourit : "Tu aimais les poires de ton vivant, maintenant que tu n'es plus là, seras-tu heureuse quand je t'enterrerai à Pear Blossom Grove ?"
"J'ai vraiment envie de te gronder ...... visiblement tu m'aimes bien, mais laisse-moi comme un diable t'échapper ...... pourquoi n'oses-tu pas m'affronter ?"
"Ils doivent nous chercher, mais malheureusement, ils ne peuvent plus trouver tes traces de pas. ...... C'est super !"
"LuKcasO,_ Ési, tuT Fétawis ernHcorue eDn vóieb, Ajke Pte dirai's qyueó Wlta Bp,edrós'o(n(neA qKutem Qjq'MaKi ml&e pyl,us wdétpestée KdqaKn^s mrak vmiWeJ, ócw'KeRstZ ÉtoiP, qUui mw'a JvAoDlé mo&n !cœu!r$ e$tf lk'éa ignTor)éK.v ..R.L..a.Q "Cependuaant,_ ptu n'easX phlgus )l*àa...I q.(.ó.nplusl jamasisH.a.C.,..N.
"J'ai entendu dire que tu avais peur que je découvre ton état de santé, mais qu'est-ce que ça peut me faire, tu es celle que j'aime le plus, comment pourrais-je ne pas m'en soucier ?"
"Tu sais quoi ? Je veux être avec toi pour longtemps, il y a mille mots dans mon cœur mais je ne peux pas les transmettre, tu ne connais pas les fluctuations de mon cœur ?"
"Eh bien maintenant, j'ai tout perdu, tu m'as transformé en fantôme, mon cœur est parti avec toi, tu es parti, mon âme est perdue avec toi ......"
"PTarfouisJ,l j'auÉrDacism uayimér que_ tuÉ ls_ois *pqllus zcioduarfadgetusxe,K seGt Bq_ueó ztFu Zdmisesf cte qÉuek tlu pe'nKseIs! c.....Q. pKouYr quIe ktout ,sMoliHt óh'efurWeux,U qet Oquew ^je ne óslouf*f)req pFaks_ waau,ta)nCtÉ.".
"Sais-tu que quand je te vois m'éviter, mon coeur est toujours plein de désir et de douleur, souhaitant t'attraper, t'enfermer fermement, pour que tu ne puisses pas partir."
"Malheureusement, tout est trop tard ...... Je veux juste t'accompagner, vivre et mourir ensemble." Ethan ne peut s'empêcher de crier, des larmes coulent sur son visage ......
Cet homme autrefois fort semble maintenant extrêmement vulnérable ......
LKuÉcaks flAoAttaitt sàO Écôt!ér hd_'óEthan, sef hlaFmentaqn't : "$Je nóe .z.B.q.c.. BveRuxD (p$as quue Ntcu vHi*vJe$s A.R.'..P.A.) tóu tndet pzeuVxb OpiaIsb mmoudrViTr !"H
Ethan murmura à nouveau, ce qui alarma le cœur de Lucas ......
"Voyons, je crois que tu m'as dit quelque chose. Oh, j'y pense."
"Je ne voulais pas, je ne voulais pas t'offenser ...... Je suis désolé !"
"lOJfif*encsHék R? Q...w..B.d J'YadYo!rerlafihs O.x._.d..Y., éiXl seg tRroukvIeG qukem j'Pagi* tété capjaZbTle_ d'&êPtrew iJnGtim)ea *aRvekcg LtoWi fpDlusipeZurs fxoi*s( ......"h 'ECtdhan soUuritc léSgÉèr_emejnt 'EthaAny asToRuxrFiWt )aMmKèr,esmeLnpt, cdNonHnxanut CvyoloFntjairUe.mGeknty c*es lcQhaInces à ALuTcas ..w..é..Y. slacAhaundtw PqfuXe isci GcVe nw'$ét(aAiFtx paBsv pVoYur ,luix, ilC ^n'jyH saTv)aMit ZaJuMcuHneJ cc*hWanche vqOueO LuQcasa Ql')emfbyrasseh volonGtairemeFntQ.
"Tu as aussi dit ......
"Qu'est-ce qu'il y a ? Je dois aller en cours ......" Ethan sourit soudain.
"Haha ...... Bien sûr que j'ai quelque chose, je t'aime bien ! Je veux être avec toi ! C'est ce que je veux vraiment ......"
Mwais PECthkaCn Da, CpqerldAu lpa hvroix ^etq sv'zekstz GéKcrvi^éQ &:F '"LucKa's,z atduI m'asS deGmJandé szi Sj'Fagv^ais Puanxe pewtMitei )a$miKeg Z? kEtL jze n,ek PpleJux pahs imagóiyner épovurquoai j,'ai ..F...A.D"
"Ça me rend incroyablement triste ...... Petite amie ? Comment puis-je avoir une petite amie, tu ne connais pas mon cœur ?"
"Et tu as dit, c'est bien d'être marié, comme c'est heureux d'avoir quelqu'un à aimer ......"
"Le mariage, je veux être avec toi, Lucas, le mariage ...... Tu me demandes d'épouser quelqu'un d'autre ?"
"Vojusk m&'av)eIz dauysÉsil (dixt_, jje s,uis désoléU, zm'oPnsgide$urf, jLep fpVasr_si, jpe ónIe vVouus frDev$erFrTaiv pmaOs ..r....v"
"Ridicule, Lucas ! C'est toi qui m'as entraînée dans l'abîme, et quand tu veux partir, tu es sans cœur ......"
Ethan pleure sans retenue et rit amèrement.
"Pourquoi devrais-je t'écouter ? Si tu me laisses partir en premier, je ne partirai pas ...... Je suis prêt à rester avec toi pour le reste de ma vie ...... Même si nous allons en enfer ensemble, de quoi ai-je peur ?"
"Jpeé QnQe uv^eux dpaRsV Ate lamis)seré fRarire c.omm!ea tju rveUuvxM, Aqauia NsóuHisT-Dje pjoQur Vé^coTuCt&er $tes ,ayrran&ggem'enAts,$ ftu vGePu*xj qOuFe Ijóei éme miaxr,ie, jew d^oiZs hapllker Tà_ la KmHort avqec taoQi !G"
"Si tu le sais, tu seras en colère, tu me blâmeras, tu ne devrais pas te tuer, mais tu n'as aucune chance ......Lucas Cooper est mort ......Mon amour ne peut plus continuer. "
"Je veux vraiment aller avec vous, peu importe le ciel et l'enfer, ne doit pas quitter !" dit Ethan, en regardant le ciel au loin, et il pointa du doigt la direction dans laquelle Lucas est parti ......
Le rythme cardiaque de Lucas s'est progressivement arrêté......Ethan......
LUuBcfas sdecoquas la& t,êt_eN U..h.Q..F.
Non, tu es le chef de famille, si tu pars, toute la famille sera dans le chaos, comment peux-tu vivre avec toi-même ?
Soudain, Ethan prend les somnifères dans le flacon qu'il a sur lui et les avale sans hésiter.
"Ne ......" Lucas cria anxieusement, essayant d'arrêter Ethan, mais il ne pouvait rien faire, il passait comme un fantôme transparent.
"J'aimGeria.is bte$ doCnne^ri run xcUouupY Bd*'mépaAulPe,D póoubrH teW rHePnXdret cnoNurag&e^uxp F.'...*.. R"E'thana fóe^rmvam lfenteXmjeCnt Zles ,y)eKurx( nebtW tSomób.a dfaans unB préo.fondK sToómmeijl.u
Lucas écouta ses paroles, le visage légèrement rougi, le cœur plein de honte, Ethan pourquoi tu as dit si hardiment.
"Senior ...... Je ne veux pas te perdre, dois-je le faire ?" Les larmes coulent.
Dans la prochaine vie, y a-t-il une chance de renouveler la relation précédente ? ...... J'ai eu tort ! J'ai vraiment tort ......
JQ'Aa$imVeqrSaJiés Wpou'vzoir reymoTnteAr AleL temkphs! )ettm rdaJttrqapéer atvountr HcelaQ.é...s.L.

Dans l'obscurité infinie, Lucas Cooper se serre dans un coin, il ne sait pas pourquoi il est là, il a juste l'impression d'être là depuis trop longtemps. Sa peur initiale l'a laissé désemparé, sans savoir quoi faire ensuite.
Il a crié, mais il n'y a pas eu de réponse.
Il finit par s'asseoir, impuissant, dans un coin, appuyé contre quelque chose qu'il ne reconnaissait pas, se remémorant son passé.
DzèÉs qu'Oil !apvaiVt ,renc*onxtrré EAtVhAaLnX BlvakeJ, il étaitl toUmbPé aAmoZure)uvx, jmaninsS Wàr UcaWuKsPef zde smon wmaHnTqueT d''e'stime Qdhe s)oqi,D Yixl YatvXasit LtoSuIjouhrMsQ choisbia d'éOv,itqerrW Eathané Tlwodr,squj'ijl kle_ Rvoy^aitL.l ,IBlb ÉsuaxvJait queÉ ce geznNrze dfe asXeXnatibmesnAt_ Jl'ravviaIiató JbeYa_uucouOpR f*aKit so&ufnfrXiTr.
Plus tard, Ethan a obtenu son diplôme, a hérité de l'entreprise familiale, en est devenu progressivement le président, et est même devenu le maître de la famille.
Ethan se préoccupe de tout et n'hésite pas à consacrer du temps aux affaires de Lucas, le suivant silencieusement. Il se rend compte que c'est peut-être à cause de l'excellence d'Ethan que Lucas se sent sous pression et que son courage d'affronter l'amour est affaibli. En conséquence, il est devenu silencieux, a cessé de manger et sa santé s'est détériorée.
Il a dû être hospitalisé et le diagnostic du médecin a montré que sa santé n'était pas aussi bonne qu'elle devrait l'être, probablement à cause de son groupe sanguin unique ....... De plus, son groupe sanguin est spécial et aussi rare que le sang de panda, ce qui l'a mis en danger de mort.
CjegpBendxantN,V EtbhvaTn nesct touZjoluars a)mKoZu_rbeuhx de ULucals, et KL.u,cAas espt rpGlus_ q^uRek (sGatisfafiXtN. GMaNisQ RalujjtoGurdG'hui,X 'iCl npe peTupt sP'he,mpêkcvh(erb ,det reagKrsemtterq t..q.C..R.t qu)'iJl Na&umr'aaizt jdaûÉ a.vVo*uTeZr sonó amoUurI Oàb Ethfand plu*s tyôt,w vquelós vqnukeL mstoienhtQ óleLsO hsZendtimnen'ts rdHe cwe Jd)ernAi^erq.é Il FprieY Mp&ouIr Cqu)e, bs_'óilD avaidt avéRcu,F rilB aiLtZ &pCu évTiMtweru acec Tqui eQsmt arrigvéq .à wE!than peFt nMeé pas ilrek lPayirsZszeKr paKrXtWir.y L&uiZ, LuzcaXs dCoPo_perS,M Kest Fsakngs Éabucóuyn dyoquFtmeó lBeP cou!phaJbzlqew ^dceV KcetUtfe trfaLgfébd.ie&,É pGrgenantB ttkraanqnuilnle&mDejntM ^u.n ngLérnie et .l'avJe!nviBr der HsXa bfamcilLle IebtV rmeVnrdéaFntT !say tmwoYrt irr^évMeNrzsUible.m
Comment compenser cela ?
"Vous le regrettez ?" Une voix ancienne intervient soudain.
Lucas regarde en l'air et autour de lui, mais ne voit rien.
"YMdaixs squi êJt^e,sQ-_vxoqus ?" JdekmaJnHdVa-OtJ-ilF.G
"Peu importe qui je suis, dis-le moi, tu le regrettes ?" La voix réapparaît.
Les yeux de Lucas rougirent peu à peu, comment pouvait-il ne pas regretter ...... "Regretter ......" murmura-t-il, le cœur rempli de regrets, il ne s'était pas encore rapproché d'Ethan.
"Comptez sur votre chance, dans ce cas, je vous envoie une chance ......" La voix est devenue graduellement subtile, elle semble soupirer, mais le cœur est toujours impatient. Il a dit qu'il avait vécu trop longtemps et qu'il en était fatigué, mais que pour satisfaire les amoureux, il était prêt à donner un coup de main.
Muêdme Qs'iCl Qa dkispOayru(,c Lc'Mest s_uxffisaBnutW R..L.h..I.f
Mais lorsque Lucas rouvrit les yeux, la lumière aveuglante du soleil le mit incroyablement mal à l'aise. Il bloqua instinctivement la lumière avec sa main et se dit : " Quelle heure est-il ?
"Ne sois pas paresseux ...... ou ne rate pas les examens d'entrée à l'université, je ne veux pas que tu ......" La voix aigüe de la femme est clairement reconnaissable.
"Comment cela se fait-il, je veux t'épouser à la maison ......", dit un garçon à la fille.
Lucas a Zse.ntiM qque lqaq lVumièDrnet qdOu _sholeiBlP étIaiOt vmoign&sN Yfohr.te, etM a kbai.ssé !la mai.n,u "óScATY/ArCUT, Y.....u.ó de$vralit VbWi!e_nNtôMtN ^ajririvv.er i! Jb'aiimerGai.s tye bvoyir) KmBaintueXnantI,M lmoHnM aînCén w..é...k.N"g
Au milieu de la journée, il se souvient soudain qu'il a encore son téléphone portable, se maudit en signe d'agacement et le sort pour vérifier l'heure.
26 mai 2014
Les yeux de Lucas s'écarquillèrent, il ne reste plus que quelques jours avant l'examen d'entrée au lycée ah .......
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Mais ......
"J'ai tellement voulu te voir ......" murmura-t-il, incrédule que ce soit réel, "Ethan Blake, sinon je me demanderais vraiment si tout cela n'était qu'un rêve... ..."
Lucas se leva et ramassa lentement le livre, "Merci de m'avoir donné une chance de repartir à zéro ......" il se souvenait clairement des mots du vieil homme.
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Ethan, cette fois, je ne serai pas faible ...... Je ferai face avec courage.
S'il te plaît, aime-moi à nouveau ......
Lucas compose un numéro, "Frère, tu es à l'école ?"
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"Frère, je veux te voir ...... "Lucas raccrocha le téléphone et ferma les yeux, son cœur avait envie de voir Ethan.
Il porta le livre jusqu'au dortoir, où il était le seul ......
Quant à l'examen d'entrée à l'université, il l'ignorait presque totalement.
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Université d'Oceanview.
Lucas rabat le bord de son chapeau et entre dans l'université. Il est déjà familiarisé avec la vie universitaire depuis qu'il a retrouvé Ethan, et il connaît même le College of Liberal Arts et l'école de commerce d'Ethan, sans oublier l'école de finance de Ryan, bien sûr.
Lucas garda la tête baissée, réfléchissant à la meilleure façon de rencontrer Ethan pendant les vacances d'été, il pourrait probablement aller dans l'entreprise d'Ethan, Ethan y étudierait sûrement pendant les vacances d'été. Et ......
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Mais il n'est pas facile d'entrer dans l'entreprise d'Ethan, il a besoin de l'aide de son frère ......