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

Ye Kong was speechless.

She felt that deep inside her body was blocked by a sour, numb and wet black cloud.

Her breathing became a little rapid, but she couldn't speak freely in the face of such an earnest and humble request.

In her silence, Wen Can continued, "There are still thirteen minutes, don't hesitate, okay? If you have made up your mind, we will have thirteen minutes to talk and chat, anything is fine, but if you haven't agreed to me yet, I will use this time to convince you, to beg you, and maybe even yell at you and lose my composure - I don't want that, and neither do you, right? Let's not waste time, okay? You promise me, and then we can start chatting, you can ask anything you want, say anything you want, and I also have a lot to say to you, Ye Kong, Ye Kong..."

"...If," Ye Kong finally opened his mouth, "if you can only say one sentence to me now, just this one sentence, and then we are over, and from now on we can never meet again no matter in which world or time and space, what would you say to me?"

"..."

The silence was filled by the night breeze outside the window.

On the quiet road that seems to have no end, this ghost sports car comes from the past and is also rushing towards the past.

Wen Can's fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter and tighter until his knuckles protruded, making crisp crackling sounds.

But in the end, his ten fingers relaxed again, and he spoke those words quietly from the depths of his body, from the depths of his heart, from the depths of his soul.

"I love you."

It was like these words did not come from his brain or his intellect, nor did they come from thinking or consideration. Instead, no matter how hard he tried to suppress them, he could only let go in vain and watch their instinct emerge from his body.

After saying this, Wen Can even curved the corners of his mouth, but it was so subtle that it was barely noticeable, as if he was admitting defeat: "Okay, I love you - I don't think I've ever said this, but if there is really only one sentence, I can only say this, I can't think of anything else."

"I love you, Ye Kong. If the love that someone like me feels can be recognized as love, then in this world, you are the one I love 100%. There is no one else except you, whether alive or dead. I can't say I love anyone except you. I only love you - but Ye Kong, love can't keep me alive. You understand, right?"

"..." Ye Kong lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wen Can glanced at the time, his voice tensed again: "Twelve minutes left, Ye Kong!"

"..." A strange laugh sounded briefly, and then Ye Kong suddenly raised his head, took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I promise you, I will get off the car - there are still twelve minutes, right? Then let's chat."

Wen Can breathed a long sigh of relief. Although he was still worried, at least he saw hope.

His tone became calm and even cheerful: "What do you want to talk about?"

"Why did you have to kill Wen Rong yourself?"

"..."

Wen Can was stunned for a moment because he didn't expect the first sentence to be so sudden.

In the dim light, his eyes settled down, and after a moment he said, "Are you sure you want to talk about him? We only have twelve minutes."

"I just want to know you better." Ye Kong said softly, "Didn't you notice? You almost never tell me your heart."

"…Because there is nothing to talk about, they are all terrible things." Wen Can said, "You asked me why I killed him with my own hands? I killed him because I thought he deserved to die. I killed him with my own hands because I thought he should be killed by me."

He answered Ye Kong's question directly, his tone almost cold.

"Why should he be killed by you? As long as evidence is found, he will most likely be sentenced to death."

"……not enough."

"Why not enough?"

"..." Wen Can laughed, "Because I want revenge. Revenge is a selfish desire, it's my selfish desire. I don't need justice to kill him. I hope he dies in extreme fear, hatred, regret and pain. I hope he dies looking at my face. I hope he knows that the person who killed him is his son. I also hope to prove how the Wen family is a cursed, dirty and lowly bloodline. I hope this entire family will be destroyed in spit, hatred, and the shadow of death from now on."

He curled his lips, his voice blending into the cold night: "Only this way can my hatred be appeased, and only when this hatred disappears can I say that I love you with all my heart and have no other thoughts."

He finally admitted "hate", but he was not angry or excited at all. Instead, he was calmer than when he said he loved.

"Look, this is who I am. I am a bad guy and a selfish person. I took the initiative to provoke you, but I want to leave you and still say that I love you, Ye Kong. Maybe the most unfortunate thing that happened to you is meeting me."

"I will judge whether it is bad luck or fortune to meet you."

Ye Kong looked up at the night ahead and said, "There are still eleven minutes left."

She asked again: "You have been unable to get over the death of Chi Wandao for seven years. Do you think that if you killed Wen Rong with your own hands, if you really let him die in the most tragic way you can imagine, would you be able to get over the death of Ms. Chi at that moment?"

"..."

Wen Can's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and half a minute later, he uttered two hoarse words: "No."

He obviously really regarded these ten minutes as the last time they would be together. Even though the thinking at this moment made him painful, he still tried his best to answer Ye Kong's questions honestly and seriously.

Although he didn't know whether these answers could help Ye Kong and solve her doubts, he also wanted to do his best to satisfy her.

"Hatred is an ocean. Revenge can calm the ocean, but it cannot make the water disappear." He took a deep breath. "I knew long ago that even if everything developed as I wanted, I would only feel empty, just like in all the novels and TV shows, because what is lost is lost forever, and the dead can never come back to life. After revenge is successful, the anger will become impossible to vent, and it will settle down and become dirt, slowly corroding the bottom of my heart forever - but I still want to do this."

Ye Kong said silently: "Because you can't accept your mother's death."

"...Yes." Wen Can seemed to want to force a smile, but he gave up in the end.

He swallowed hard. "I... I can't accept my mother's death, even though seven years have passed. Even though I know it's futile and just a child's trick, maybe I've never grown up. I really can't accept it, and I don't want to accept it. Countless people have advised me and comforted me, saying that I should look forward, that the dead are dead and the living must continue to live, and that life is impermanent and there is nothing we can do about it. They are all right, I know, but there is nothing I can do. My heart cannot be convinced by these correct words. My heart cannot nod and helplessly say 'yes, yes, then look forward and live well' when I hear these words."

"my heart……"

He closed his mouth, his teeth clenched tightly for a moment, "My heart just asked me countless times, 'Why?'"

"why?"

“I couldn’t sleep because I couldn’t get the answer. No matter how many times I tortured myself, no matter how many books I read, no matter how many people I talked to, I couldn’t get the answer.”

"I just want to know why..." He squeezed out these words from between his teeth, crooked, as if each syllable had its own soul, and each word came alive, "Why, why did he die like this?"

He no longer knew whether he was talking to Ye Kong or repeating the self-questioning he had gone through countless times: "I don't ask why it had to be her, nor do I ask why she had to die... But why, why did she have to die like this?"

"I know that life is unpredictable. I also know that people cannot avoid separation. Some separations have signs, while others do not. I have already prepared for it, but the premise is that it has to be a normal separation. Do you know what normal is?"

The man’s low voice seemed to be tightly bound into a thin invisible line, floating in the quiet and speeding car: "Having a car accident is tragic and bad luck, but it is the fickleness of fate. Getting sick? Although it is painful and tormenting, it is the order of the world. Even if you encounter gangsters or random murders on the street, it is also extremely unlucky. I can only blame the heavens and curse the earth for hating this terrible fate that has befallen us. But many years later, when I am old, I may still be able to joke in front of my mother’s grave that you are such an unlucky person - but..."

He said in a dry voice: "But, how could I be killed by the one I love?"

"Being killed by family, by the people with whom I had spent thirty years, by the people with whom I had been inseparable, by the people with whom I had made a promise to love my whole life, by the people with whom I had made a promise to love my whole life - with great effort."

He shook his head slightly, even his breathing was trembling slightly: "This is too unreasonable, this is too abnormal. When she died, there was even a box of books on marriage and love research in her car, because she felt that there was a problem in her relationship with Wen Rong during that time. She wanted to study the root of the problem. She wanted to patch up her family and her love and continue to be happy..."

He paused for a few seconds, then burst into laughter: "And then she died with these books - it makes no sense, it's worthless..."

He suddenly tightened his fingers and clenched his teeth, making a creaking sound, as if he was chewing someone's bones and was full of hatred: "Her death was too embarrassing - I would rather she really died in an accident in a pure car accident, do you understand?"

"........."

Ye Kong understood, but he seemed to be trapped in a vast ocean.

Her heart seemed to be facing a violent storm, and something inside her body was trembling at these words.

"But..." she murmured, "death is death..."

"Yes." Wen Can smiled. "You are right. Death is death. From a physical perspective, no matter why she died, it does not change the result of her death. It is pure and absolute. It does not have any meaning in itself, but I am still alive. It is my thoughts and feelings that insist on giving it meaning. I am too paranoid. But even if I say this, my heart is saying the opposite. Reason and feeling are different. Besides, I don't really agree with these reasons."

He let out a long breath: "There are only five minutes left, Ye Kong, do you want to keep talking to me about the dead and the dying?"