Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

A huge airflow rushed up into the sky.

The explosion suddenly expanded with red flames.

Glass splattered everywhere, countless snow-white pages of books burned and scattered into sparks, mixed with heavy car parts that fell on people's heads like heavy rain.

The boy held the girl tightly in his arms.

He tried his best to wrap her completely with his body, and hugged her in a way that prevented her from struggling - but in fact, she did not struggle at all. After being dragged down, she lay still like a stone in front of his chest with broken ribs, but he was completely unaware.

——He even stopped breathing.

The body became stiff and cold as if dead, but the hands, on the contrary, became stronger and stronger.

After the roar of the explosion stopped, only the sound of burning flames remained.

It was whistling like the wind, mixed with tiny sounds of explosions. Even if one didn't see it with one's own eyes, one could imagine by hearing it the scene of an object being wrapped in scarlet flames and burning.

And he did more than just hear it.

He watched too.

From the moment the red lotus-like explosion occurred, his black pupils completely lost their luster.

In those eyes that were beautifully shaped and gentle and had been praised by countless people, the two pupils seemed to have turned into inorganic black mirrors, mechanically recording everything that happened in front of them.

Fire burned in his eyes.

The ashes were like fine snow, mixed with unburned papers, flying all over the place.

His vision was briefly blocked.

A corner of the burning paper fluttered and fell, and his mechanical pupils could even clearly reflect the small words on it.

She found the flower in the Milky Way, Violet thought.

Otherwise, why wouldn't she come back? 】

In just a second, the sparks had slid across his field of vision, ashes floated onto his face, and the burning, upside-down and twisted car, along with the vague figure of the dead person in the driver's seat, reappeared before his eyes.

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A breath of air was finally drawn into the boy's body, which was as stiff and cold as a corpse.

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In the middle of the empty grey road, next to the parked black Bentley, the man took a deep breath - as if his breathing, which had been stagnant for years, had finally returned to normal at this moment. The sound of his breathing even seemed a little sharp, so sharp that it was painful to listen to.

His heart started beating again.

It seemed to be connected to the heartbeat of that boy seven years ago.

Then the sound became faster and faster, along with his increasingly rapid breathing.

Finally, the sound became hoarse and broken like an asthma patient, gasping for breath so hard that it seemed as if he would die in the next second.

The secretary was horrified and came forward to help, but his figure was not even visible to Wen Can.

His hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't even hold on to the car door, so his whole body bent up - like a shrimp that had to curl up because of pain, he knelt down on the gray road with rapid breathing.

But his unfocused eyes were still fixed on the front.

Together with the boy who was motionless, stiff and cold as death seven years ago.

He stared intently at the burning sports car and the shadow on the car - no matter whether it was him at this moment or Wen Can seven years ago, he didn't even know whether the shadow really existed or was just his imagination.

The fire spread from his sight to his entire body. Just by looking at it, his body seemed to be burning, until his lungs were burned and curled up, and his respiratory tract became as painful as if it was blocked by a knife - a hand suddenly covered his eyes.

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It was not until the bandaged, bloody hand touched his eyelids that the boy realized that the person in his arms had broken free at some point.

"stop looking."

At first, she just covered his eyes with her hands from a distance. When she found that the boy was still motionless with his eyes open, she put her palms against his.

The slightly cool, blood-stained skin covered the boy's eyelids, forcing him to close his eyes. At the same time, his severely injured body could no longer support itself and fell down like a broken box that could not bear the weight.

Pear blossoms and ashes fluttered together above the empty road.

Then the girl's face appeared in his pupils.

"There's a lot of broken glass on you. Let me help you deal with it. It might hurt, but you'd better not pass out for now."

She said expressionlessly, "Because I'm not sure if you can break free after you close your eyes."

She picked up the cloth and scarf that were originally prepared for the woman in the car and began to bandage the boy's visible wounds.

The glass that had pierced the skin was removed piece by piece, and soft cloth was wrapped around the bleeding wounds.

But his breathing was still becoming slower and slower.

Only those dead eyes turned into springs, and tears flowed out from them silently and endlessly like water.

These endless tears became his only source of life, making people feel that once these tears were all gone, he would die.

But just as his consciousness was becoming groggy and death had spread its gentle dreamlike web around him, and he was about to fall exhaustedly, a cold and indifferent voice, which seemed to never change its tone because of anything, suddenly rang out again.

"Sorry, I lied to you."

She said: "You didn't say she could hold on - she knew she was dying and she said something else."

"She also mentioned you - your name is Achan, right?"

"..."

A strand of spider silk caught his soul as it fell heavily downwards.

The boy's dark pupils mechanically turned a tiny arc, his sight focused, and finally the girl's appearance was reflected bit by bit.

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Just like the moisture on the glass is wiped away.

Her cool eyebrows, upturned nose, and lips as pale as cherry blossoms gradually appeared in his mind.

There is also a beautiful little mole on the left cheek.

An extremely familiar face of a girl who was much younger than now.

She stared into his eyes and said word by word: "Do you want to know what her last words were?"

"I'll tell you if you're still alive."

"You won't know anything after you die - and you can't ask her, because the dead have no soul, no world, and no reincarnation."

"You two are only destined to be together in this life. If you die, will there be anyone in the world who will love and miss her as much as you do?"

"You are her child. You can only be her continuation and proof if you live - and if you die, then the last part of her left in this world will also die."

"Do you want her to die again?"

……

She said as she methodically continued to bandage his wound.

The thin and pale hand remained steady and calm, without any trembling or hesitation.

Wait until all treatable wounds have been treated.

She moved the boy's head to her knees, looked up at the still-burning sports car, then lowered her head and covered his ears with her bandaged hands.

There are still ashes floating in the sky.

The drizzle wet them, and they fluttered down along with the pear blossoms in the sky, covering the empty road filled with sparks and the smell of gasoline.

In front of the burning grave, the girl covered the boy's ears and accompanied him through the most painful period of his life.

Finally, when the ambulance arrived, he was carried onto a stretcher in a daze, and his blood-stained fingers subconsciously grabbed the girl's sleeve.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he saw the girl's lips slightly open.

"My name is Ye Kong."

"Leaf of leaf, hollow of hollow."

"I won't leave."

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"Sir! Sir!"

As the secretary called out, Wen Can's eyes slowly focused.

But the next second, he suddenly laughed.

A tear fell from his eye like blood, soaking into the road surface that had been burned and then repaired to the point where nothing could be seen, and soon disappeared.