When I remembered that night on the mountain, I couldn't help but think of Xander's words, and a suffocating feeling overcame me, as if I couldn't breathe.

　　Salvatore grabbed his crutch, stood up, and lifted the toilet lid to drop the cigarette butt into the toilet, flushing it away.

　　"Go on," he said, not looking at me.

　　I immediately opened the door and rushed out.

　　Once outside the hospital room, I ran a few steps before ...