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

The VR glasses that Ye Kong was holding in his hand suddenly stopped.

Her face was dimly reflected by the computer screen, and her expression looked a little cold, as if she was thinking about something unpleasant.

When she turned around and saw Wen Can pushing the door open, she seemed indifferent. Although her eyes were looking at him, her body was still leaning in the chair, and her eyes were still as cold as ever. She just scanned the man from head to toe like an emotionless scanner.

——His hair was still uncut, almost reaching the length of his neck, revealing a bit of the not-so-exaggerated natural curls that came from the Wen family's mixed-blood genes. The hair in front of his forehead was all combed back, but he didn't use hair wax, so it didn't look meticulous. The face that was completely exposed by the hairstyle didn't have anything to do with being sharp. The curve from the brow bone to the nose bridge was three-dimensional and gentle, and his eyes were dark enough that they sparkled at her like water in a deep pool in the light that changed with the angle, but were blocked by the mask below.

Some regrets.

He is getting closer.

From a distance, her tall figure seemed pleasing to the eye, but as you got closer, it gradually became more oppressive.

Ye Kong slowly raised his head, from looking straight ahead to looking up.

Wen Can looked down at her, and his originally unclear expression was completely reflected in her pupils.

It was a calm expression that was motionless and did not reveal even a trace of emotion.

Only a pair of eyes seemed to hide a ferocious tsunami, staring at her intently.

Ye Kong was still wearing a mask. She was wearing the skin of an undead demon. She shook the VR glasses in her hand again: "Are you here to pick this up?"

"..."

Wen Can then noticed what she was holding and his expression changed slightly.

"It seems not." Ye Kong was a little suspicious, and then he changed his tone and smiled, "What is the big boss here for? He can't be here to check the performance of our studio in the middle of the night, right?"

"..."

Wen Can was silent for a moment and took off the mask on his face.

Ye Kong was stunned.

From the moment they met in the elevator, the two of them maintained an inexplicable cosplay-like state. It was hard to tell whether it was out of interest or for more complicated and unspeakable reasons. In short, one person loved to act and the other cooperated silently.

But now Wen Can took off his mask.

It’s as if saying “Stop acting, I’m Wen Can and you’re Ye Kong”.

He raised his hands and grasped the armrests on both sides of the chair, thus bending over in a prison-like posture.

Ye Kong didn't move. He looked up and watched him move from bending over to half squatting, and from a high position to a low position.

Their perspective shifted again.

Ye Kong lowered his head and looked down.

Wen Can held the armrest of the chair, but looked up at her.

"Do you really remember everything?"

He asked, "Will there be anything missing or unclear?"

Ye Kong looked at him in confusion, but he still answered: "I remember everything."

She said without hesitation: "Nothing is missing, nothing is blurred - have you changed your mind? Do you want to hear her last words now?"

"...No." He subconsciously looked away, but only for a moment before moving his eyes back. "Do you really remember everything? Including how you got to Nangang, where you met the Qin family, and why you met them - do you remember everything?"

"of course."

Ye Kong paused, frowned as he thought of what happened back then, and said in an unhappy tone: "Why do you ask this?"

"..."

Wen Can stared at Ye Kong's face motionlessly. After a long silence, he said, "You were found by them in the hospital where I was hospitalized."

"Yes, at that time, I was thinking about what Yuan Chu said about being a good person, and I volunteered to donate blood for the only time, but I ended up getting into trouble." The girl shrugged, her tone not without depression: "I am so unlucky. For a long time, I suspected that God deliberately let me know that I was a born bad guy, and I would be in trouble whenever I did good things."

As soon as Ye Kong finished saying this, he realized something.

She paused and looked at Wen Can quickly: "What are you thinking about?"

She put the VR glasses aside, bent down solemnly and looked into his eyes: "Wen Can, you don't think this is all because of you, do you?"

"..." Wen Can let go of his hand, stood up, and sighed, "You are right, God is so unreasonable. You saved me first, and then saved that idiot Qin Wu, but you didn't get a good reward. Instead, you were imprisoned, had your blood drawn, and were bullied for a year - you are so unlucky that I want to laugh."

"..." Ye Kong looked up at him, his mouth twitching, "So you are here to laugh at me?"

But she always felt something was wrong.

Although Wen Can's expression seemed helpless, as if he was really laughing at her, she just felt something was wrong.

Before she could figure it out, her hair was suddenly touched.

She was slightly startled, and when she looked up, she saw the man's hand on her head, in a very gentle and caressing gesture.

Just like a master touching his beloved kitten or puppy - Ye Kong actually didn't like others touching her head, but at this moment, she actually wanted to rub it in his palm like a real kitten or puppy.

Maybe it was because it was too gentle and too warm, able to smooth out all the wrinkles in a person's heart, and it was as if he was warming a bottle of sugar water for her with the warmth of his palm.

"But that doesn't mean you should be a bad person."

A man's gentle voice sounded from above: "You saved me, saved my mother, and donated blood voluntarily - it's not because you listened to Yuan Chu's words and wanted to be a good person, but because you are a good child."

"Even if I hadn't told you that, you would still have done it."

Ye Kong was a little stunned: "How do you know?"

"I just know it." Wen Can laughed, "You are the immortal demon, the one my mother likes and I also liked. Stories don't happen for no reason. You, who you don't even know, are hidden in those picture albums and in the feelings that arise after everyone reads them. Those are the shadows that make up you, unaffected by anyone else, and they are your background."

For the first time in his life, Ye Kong felt embarrassed.

She looked around and said something else: "That's what you came to say. You're so weird. What do you mean by suddenly coming to praise me? Is there anything you want from me?"

The hand on his head stopped and then moved away after a moment.

Ye Kong looked at him.

The man's eyes were hidden in the shadows with his back to the light, and only a tiny candle-like light could be seen.

"Ye Kong."

He called her by her full name, his voice very soft and calm: "Have you never regretted it?"

"what?"

"Even if it was just for a moment, just the slightest complaint - if you hadn't saved me that day, if you hadn't followed me to the hospital, you wouldn't have met Qin Wu, wouldn't have been kidnapped, and wouldn't have experienced the only huge setback in your life."

He stood straight, his neck was so stiff that it seemed frozen, and his tone became increasingly tense like a string about to break, maintaining only a superficial calm: "I've seen those videos - if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have to go through those things at the age of fourteen, Ye Kong, you..."

Before he could finish his words, his face was held in his hands.

The girl's bandaged fingertips stroked his cheek. Some bruises had not yet completely disappeared, causing a slight pain. This also brought him out of the buzzing state in his brain and he subconsciously stared at the girl's face.

"So that's it."

There was a look of pity in her eyes that she herself was not aware of, as if he was a butterfly in her palm.

"Wen Can, you always seem to seize every opportunity to hate yourself."

"I don't know what heartache feels like, but when I look at you now, I feel a little suffocated, as if someone is poking my heart with a nail - Wen Can, is this heartache?"