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

He laughed.

In this strange and bizarre night, or rather in these long seven days that felt like years, Wen Can laughed so happily for the first time.

He had lost a lot of weight, and wearing a wrinkled shirt and trousers, he looked even more gloomy and real than when he pretended to be disabled before, as if he was originally like this, yet strangely charming.

"Don't you want to tell me something else? Something that's only about the two of us?" He said honestly, "I really don't want to leave you with the impression that I'm bitter and resentful. If possible, I'd rather say something sweet to you, even if you might not believe it."

"Why do you always presume to make assumptions about me? I believe you."

"That's great." Wen Can seemed very happy and said cheerfully, "I really love you. It may be hard for you to imagine what this feeling is like. From the first time I saw you at the Ye family, I wondered how there could be such a self-centered person in the world who didn't consider the occasion. She didn't seem to have any plans at all. She said whatever she wanted to say and did whatever she wanted to do. She was completely different from me. This kind of person is too dangerous. I must stay away from her. Fortunately, you recognized me at first sight. Fortunately, I had to give up the idea of staying away from you."

"I admire you very much..." He seemed to swallow the emotion that was clogged in his throat and said softly, "I admire you very much - before I remembered everything, before I knew you were an immortal demon, I was already looking at you. Even if I don't want to admit it, don't want to be distracted, and don't want to be shaken, I am always looking at you."

"I don't know how to describe what kind of person you are. Using specific words will seem like flattery or praise," he smiled, "but if I have to say it, it's probably like the flower you painted yourself, a flower planted in the illusion of the galaxy. If you don't see it with your own eyes, it only exists in your imagination, but it still makes people unable to stop looking up - everything you have experienced, every choice you have made, your face, your hands, your voice, your paintings, your words... I like them all, very, very much."

"I don't know why I met you."

He took a deep breath. "Whether it was seven years ago or seven years later, I don't understand why I met you. If there really is a God, why did He let me meet you when He had already given me the worst and ugliest fate? It feels like He is playing a trick on me. It's as if He wants me to hate and curse Him with all my heart before I die, but also to endure the humiliation and thank Him from the bottom of my heart for at least giving me a little bit of sweetness."

He smiled and said, "Is this also considered euthanasia? Regardless of whether it is considered euthanasia or not, this is my euthanasia."

Ye Kong remained silent.

Silence is spreading.

Time passes minute by minute.

Wen Can held the steering wheel, and finally let out a soft sigh, and whispered almost pleadingly: "Are you starting to hate me? Because I refused to live for you? I can't defend myself, nor can I ask for your forgiveness, but Ye Kong, are you really not going to say something to me? I really want to hear what you say to me, even if it's just one sentence."

"........."

Ye Kong's dark pupils reflected the road ahead.

Dark green leaves crowded the sides of the road, flying backwards in the night, and dawn was already brewing on the horizon.

But this car is a unicorn driving towards the night with its back to the dawn.

She sat on the red unicorn that kept going forward and refused to look back. She didn't know what she was thinking. When there were only three minutes left, she suddenly asked, "Can we let the AI take over the driver's seat?"

"...What?" Wen Can, who was holding his breath and waiting for her to speak, subconsciously tilted his head.

Before he could ask again, he was grabbed by his wrinkled collar and pulled towards the passenger seat.

Ye Kong leaned forward on the chair, raised his head and kissed him on the lips.

Wen Can almost subconsciously lowered his head and kissed her back instantly. He let go of the steering wheel and grabbed Ye Kong's waist tightly. His other hand passed through her hair and held her face.

Unable to think with the brain, only instinct and emotion were clamoring to embed the other person into one's bones and drown them in a long, deep kiss.

"It is detected that your hands have left the steering wheel. Teacher Chi will now take over the driving for you."

No one paid any attention to Ms. Chi's cheerful and clear voice. They did their best to press their skin against their skin and their lips against each other in the car heading into the long night.

I wish I could touch each other's ribs with my hands, and entangle each other's souls with my lips and tongue.

As if welcoming the end of the world in a tight embrace.

It's like a farewell that we will never see each other again in this life.

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Fourteenth minute.

At the end of this long kiss, Ye Kong panted slightly and held Wen Can's face, pressed his forehead against his, and whispered: "I will not get out of the car. I will sit in your passenger seat, be your accomplice, and suppress your rage."

"Let's go, let's go kill Wen Rong together."