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

The moon was half hidden and half revealed among the clouds.

Silver light flowed down like water, illuminating the regularly rising and falling green electrocardiogram in the intensive care unit.

On the breathing mask, white mist appeared and disappeared intermittently.

The quartz clock was hanging on the wall, and the second hand moved silently until there was a very slight sound of a door opening.

The man turned the handle, paused for a few seconds, and then slowly pushed it open again. Afterwards there was no sound of footsteps, but someone slowly closed the door in the same way.

It was as if a wisp of wind, a ball of air, or something else invisible came in.

But he vaguely saw her pale and cold face in the blue night, as if it was about to melt in the moonlight, shining on the head of his bed.

"I'm leaving now, and I came to say goodbye to you."

Her voice sounded light and floating, like a wisp of cloud that could not be grasped.

"I have been hiding here for two days waiting for you to wake up. I wanted to continue waiting, but suddenly something terrible happened and I had to escape."

She didn't care whether the patient on the bed could hear her or not - or rather, her attitude was more like she didn't care whether anyone could hear her or not, she just kept saying what she wanted to say.

"My promise still stands."

"As long as you are alive, I will come to you and tell you your mother's last words - if you still care by then."

"I am leaving, bye."

As she spoke, she turned and took two steps forward, but suddenly stopped in the shadow of the moon.

"And one more thing."

The girl walked back to the bed, holding her huge doll.

The moon shines through the window into a square frame.

She leaned over in the moonlight and kissed the boy on the forehead.

"Your mother said she wanted to give you a kiss."

She hugged the doll and turned away.

As silent as it had come.

The quartz clock is still ticking.

But this memory seems to come from another time and space.

The night was so quiet that it seemed as if the only thing left in the whole world was this ward and this dim light.

And time was taken away.

That cold yet soft kiss was permanently imprinted on the boy's forehead.

He closed his eyes in the long river of time, and it was not until many years later that he used immense pain and suffering as the key to unlock the seal of his memory.

I remembered that night when it was hard to tell the difference between illusion and reality, and the girl who was holding a doll and carrying a bamboo stick, and who at the age of thirteen or fourteen already had eyes as cold as a god.

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The flames came not only from the memories that were finally pieced together, but also from the virtual explosions he had witnessed countless times in the virtual world over the past seven years.

When the real scene was a hundred times more tragic than the illusion, the repeated witnessing of it over the past seven years became a weight on the scale of pain that was increased countless times.

What Wen Can certainly felt was not the relief of finally having his wish fulfilled; he didn't even have the slightest feeling of letting go of a burden.

There was only endless, more anxious and severe pain.

The desire to achieve the ultimate goal becomes more urgent.

It is clear that he has been organized and has never been in chaos for the past seven years, but now he seems unable to endure the long wait any longer.

He wanted to finish this dry and scorched journey faster and earlier. He wanted to see a scene more shocking than the explosion.

He wanted a hundred times more pain and despair from that person, and the inability to live or die.

—Or maybe that’s not enough.

None of this is enough.

He wants to personally... personally...

……

The man sat up suddenly in bed.

The room was pitch black, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his hands outside the quilt were still trembling slightly.

The rapid breathing in the darkness was like the death struggle of a trapped beast, filling the entire space little by little.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. The man looked up suddenly and uttered a very low, hoarse and tense voice: "Who?"

"...Um, sir, it's me." said the nanny.

"Didn't I tell you not to bother me?"

"But someone came to see you..."

"not see."

He fell straight back onto the bed, but the next second he heard the person outside the door pause in embarrassment.

"But the person who came is Miss Ye...your fiancée."

"..."

Wen Can's breathing stopped.

He stared at the darkness silently for several seconds, then reached for the cell phone on the bedside table.

It has been five days since he and Ye Kong separated in the flower box.

He raised his hand to his forehead, and when the aunt outside the door said she was going to refuse the meeting, he said, "Tell her to wait for me downstairs..."

After a pause, he continued, "Prepare a glass of honey water for her, and then make her a dessert."

The nanny left with a smile.

Wen Can then slowly stood up and turned on the bedside light.

This is a property where he does not live often. Every detail is decorated in a luxurious yet simple style, just like those cold model houses in luxury communities.

Opposite his bed was a tall glass cabinet filled with expensive ornaments.

But he could only see his ghostly face through the cut glass.

Am I going to meet him with this face?

Looking at himself in countless pieces of glass, Wen Can felt that the fire was burning even more vigorously - even his breathing became more dying.

After a moment, he smiled bitterly and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

He looked so ugly, and I don’t know where she got the aesthetic sense to say he was handsome.

He threw back the covers, stood up, and walked into the bathroom.

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