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

She felt like she had walked into a frozen painting, or a photograph.

The wind cannot enter this small and decayed space.

Only a few rays of dim sunlight occasionally filtered in through the rotten wooden windows.

Dust floated in the light, while the broken mirror, the intricately carved but dusty wooden washbasin, the decorative paintings on the wall, and several compartments with half-open doors deep inside were all immersed in silent shadows.

The dusty broken mirror reflected her blurry figure.

She raised her face and saw in the mirror that her black eyes were divided into many pieces - she actually didn't remember this place.

The limited impressions I have are from the gardener and his diary.

But when she walked in here, it was as if a magic seal was automatically unlocked, and she saw the fourteen-year-old girl in the broken mirror.

She stood in front of the sink, staring at the mirror with a wet face, as if she was staring at an enemy.

"You are Ye Kong."

"You must remember that you are Ye Kong."

"I found you in a pile of fallen leaves, so you are the leaf of fallen leaves. I hope you can be as broad-minded as the sky and tolerate everything, so you are the sky of the sky—"

The girl grinned at the mirror, water drops suddenly shattered on her eyelashes and seeped into her dark pupils, like a layer of glistening tears, but her smile was almost crazy: "Unfortunately, you are exactly the opposite of what he expected. Not only are you narrow-minded and vindictive, you are also sensitive and irritable, and have low morals, so you will never let go of anyone who humiliates you."

"You will definitely leave here."

"Or," the girl's breathing quickened, her eyes becoming darker and more crazy, "kill them all."

"It's better to cut Qin Wu into pieces to feed the fish... Then shouldn't you practice your knife skills? It doesn't matter, I can go to the kitchen and say that I want to learn how to cook... find a chef with the best knife skills... And, there's that old witch, you have to let her watch her son being cut into pieces with her own eyes..."

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As her eyelashes crossed, the bright mirror reflecting the girl's crazed face shattered into pieces and was covered with dust again.

Her breathing silently quickened and she subconsciously closed her eyes. However, when she opened them again, she saw that face again.

No water marks.

The sun is shining brightly outside the window.

The girl's face, as pale as a ghost, was reflected in the mirror.

In the long strip of sunlight, she stared at the mirror as if she would become transparent at any moment.

The invisible clock ticked in the old time and space. She tilted her head in the mirror and said, "You decided to change the way Qin Wu died - let him be electrocuted."

There was another long silence.

In the silence, you can hear the refreshing sound of the wind outside the window and the rustling of flowers, plants and trees.

And she was in this flowing bright background, saying to her expressionlessly: "It hurts."

In the mottled light, only the girl in the mirror looked so gray and cold. Although her face was clean and not wet, she looked like a piece of ice just fished out of a dark underground river. People didn't know whether to worry about her being cold or that she would melt.

"My flesh seems to be burnt."

She moved closer to the mirror, as if she wanted to look deeply into her eyes, bones, and soul.

"You won't forget the smell, will you?"

"If you forget, I'll kill you."

Then the eyelashes drooped again, and he murmured, "It hurts."

"I'm really not afraid of death—"

She smiled like a psychopath, turned and walked away from the mirror.

She walked in the direction of the cubicle.

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Come out of the cubicle again.

It's dark outside the window.

The golden light illuminates the mirror.

The girl stood in front of the sink, washing her hands slowly and drying them before looking up.

There was silence for a while again.

The night wind hit the door with a slight roar.

She was wearing a washed blue jacket with the zipper zipped up to her neck. She looked a little afraid of the cold, but her eyes seemed much more stable than before.

"Your name is Ye Kong."

She recited it emotionlessly, like reciting a textbook: "Ye (withered leaf), Kong (hollow), you are from the Flower Box Orphanage in Flower Box County, Gotham City. The director is an old man named Sun, and your perverted follower is Qu Wu. You live in Yuzhou, and you have a dead brother named Yuan Chu who is not related to you by blood. You can draw, compose music, play the suona, and play chess. You..."

Her voice suddenly disappeared into the air.

The eyes were blank for a few seconds, and when they refocused, the look in them became unfamiliar, and the gaze in the mirror became more and more intense and darker.

It was as if some terrible world war was going on inside that thin and pale body. The thick smoke blocked her throat, making it difficult for her to even speak.

"You...you piece of trash."

She pressed against the sink and approached the mirror, her eyes fierce: "You can't remember it at all - you're just reciting your diary!"

"Their tactics worked."

She seemed to be so angry that she laughed: "Who knows, someday you will take the initiative to tell them everything about yourself. Who knows, someday you will really think that you are the damn eldest daughter of this damn Qin family! Maybe you will even bow down to that bitch Qin Wu and even hand over your diary obediently..."

The insults stopped.

She seemed to suddenly remember something, her expression became blank, and her wandering eyes slowly returned to the mirror.

On that still young face, there were a pair of dark eyes.

At the moment of staring at each other, the pair of dark eyes seemed to penetrate from the night of that year, from the mirror illuminated by the bright and warm yellow light, across the long seven years, all the way to the broken mirror covered with cobwebs and dust.

"Do not."

She saw the girl said softly: "There are things in the diary that must not be seen."

She seemed to be in a trance: "That's someone else's stuff, that's someone else's memory, although I think... it's also very important to me..."

Her eyes actually turned red: "Although I don't want to forget it, it is someone else's secret... I can't leave it to the Qin family... I have to tear it up..."

But after a moment's silence, she frowned again, her eyes became redder, and she stared at the mirror with resentment: "But if I destroy it completely, and then forget about it, then I won't be able to keep my promise?! No, no..."

The girl anxiously lowered her head to wash her face. The sound of water splashing lasted for a long time before she suddenly raised her head and stared at the mirror with her wet face, cursing, "Waste!"

"Waste waste waste waste waste waste!"

She cursed softly, and finally punched the mirror - a crack appeared on the mirror, splitting the girl's face in two, and her expression as she withdrew her fist in pain also became shattered.

After blowing her fist, the girl finally glared coldly at herself in the mirror: "What are you looking at? Idiot."

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"..."

The figure turned and walked into the compartment.

In the silent night, there were two slight sounds of paper tearing, followed by a series of thudding sounds and the muffled sound of a body falling to the ground.

Finally, the girl's figure appeared in the mirror again.

She did not stop, but opened the door with a slight limp and walked into the night of seven years ago.

When the wind slams the door shut, the flowing time becomes gray again.

The old times are frozen in place forever.

She walked in here again as a distinguished guest, retracted her gaze, looked into the dark pupils among the dust spider webs for a moment, then turned her head and looked into the compartment deep inside.

After a moment, she walked in and, following her intuition, pushed open the tilted door.

With a creaking sound—following the direction of the toilet, a slightly yellowish white water tank appeared in front of her.

The sunlight outside the door could not penetrate here, and the rusty button stayed silent in the dimness, like a strange creature with its mouth open, frozen in place, waiting for the story to end.

Just waiting for the old friend to visit, it will thaw its mouth and tell the secret that it has always kept secret.

The old friend stretched out his hand and slowly touched the cold water tank.