He looked at Neal Galan's handsome face, gradually blurring...
He knew he was going to die, to leave this world forever.
And to die beside the one he loved most, and to have his company after death, he felt happy.
With his last effort, he looked at Neal Galan, "Alston, you must be happy. The antidote is in the living room… behind that painting..."
Before he finished speaking, Oliver Nash took his last breath.
He died, died in front of Neal Galan.
Neal Galan collapsed and sat on the ground in despair, for a long, long time, he watched as the blood on Oliver Nash's chest slowly coagulated.
He stood up, walked out the door, went downstairs, and saw a painting.
It was a painting he gave Oliver Nash as a birthday gift when he was eighteen, in the painting there were the backs of him and Oliver Nash, standing by the river in Y Country...
He took down the painting, inside was a box containing the antidote, his brows furrowed deeply.
