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

Blood splattered everywhere.

Accompanied by a tragic howl, four bullets accurately hit Wen Rong's limbs.

His whole body curled up like a shrimp. He wanted to reach out to hold the wound, but even his hands were bloody holes. In the end, he could only wriggle and spread out his limbs, shaking on the ground as if he had been electrocuted, and emitting endless desperate moans.

The scarlet liquid soaked the clothes, seeped into the ground, and flowed into winding streams.

Seen from above, he looked as if four nails were driven into his limbs, nailing him firmly to the gray road that represented the final judgment.

The judge, holding a gun, finally pointed the gun at his exposed heart.

He stood motionless for a long time in the night, holding the gun. No matter how strong the night wind was, it could not make his fingers tremble even a little.

But in the end, his hands dropped.

His head also drooped.

The pale golden light in the distance is gradually becoming brighter and larger.

The street lights went out.

The sunlight from the sky sprinkled lightly on the road, on the swaying leaves and the tips of the grass.

Wen Can slowly turned his head and looked at the quietly parked sports car and the person standing quietly beside the sports car.

He took slow steps.

It's like being born, like learning to walk for the first time, or like a crippled person just standing up.

He was extremely unskilled and walked slowly and hesitantly.

Return just as you came, cross that death again, trudge through those long seven years of muddy water, and pass through the eternally burning fire.

He walked towards her in a daze.

He also saw the shadow walking towards him.

At first he was walking, then his pace quickened, turning into a run, and then a sprint.

The distance was getting closer and closer, as if it was just a blink of an eye. When they were about to meet, Wen Can let out a sigh of extreme fatigue from his lungs. His eyes blurred and he fell forward unconsciously.

-

He fell on someone's shoulder.

She caught him, but was forced to step back by the heavy weight. However, she did not let go at all. Instead, she hugged him tighter, and even if she fell to the ground, she did not let him fall anywhere.

She placed his head on her knees and left him lying quietly on the pavement.

Wen Can didn't really faint, it was just a few seconds of dizziness and exhaustion.

He quickly opened his eyes again and saw a face leaning over and staring at him in the dim light.

There was a gentle pressure on his forehead; Ye Kong was massaging his temples.

His curled up, burnt soul seemed to stretch out little by little in those hands, stretching his dry spine and relaxing his brows that seemed to be permanently furrowed.

He heard her voice.

It's blurry, but every word is clear.

"I seem to have become a stumbling block for you after all," she said softly, "Do you want me to apologize to you?"

"..."

Wen Can breathed quietly for a moment before uttering dully, "No need."

He raised his hand, loosened the gun hanging in his hand, and used his fingertips to explore the cold air and touch Ye Kong's face.

It was warm, with blood flowing beneath the skin, and it could make vivid expressions and its face would not disappear.

She pressed her face into his palm and rubbed it gently.

Wen Can looked at her, but couldn't see her clearly.

"It's my choice."

He murmured, "It wasn't my brain, it wasn't my heart, it was my reflex that made the choice."

"My reflexes are too strong. They want you to live."

-

"My reflexes are so developed because I'm good at sports."

-

Whose voice and whose face appeared before my eyes.

Ye Kong looked at Wen Can's face, as if he was back in that spring when the sky was filled with pear blossoms and ashes.

Fourteen-year-old Ye Shiyi was pulled into the arms of the boy who wanted to save people the most and hugged him tightly. For the first time, she felt the same trembling of his heart as he cried and trembled all over. At that time, she was just a dull spectator who could not shed tears.

And seven years later, Ye Kong was on this similar road, in front of that similar sports car, hugging the same boy, the man who had grown up from this boy and was covered in wounds but survived, and he gradually couldn't help crying.

——In this world, in this absurd and unreasonable world, what is love and what is being human?

Ye Kong, who had never cried loudly since he was a baby, sat on the ground, covered in dust, holding Wen Can in his arms, crying unrestrainedly and trembling all over.

Her tears fell on Wen Can's face like a belated rain.

Through the blurry drops of rain, Wen Can saw the golden dawn.

It finally came rushing down from the horizon, dispelling the last night and sinking into his dark seabed.

He thought he saw the pear blossoms again, falling from the girl's tears and hair, brushing against his nose.

"...Flowers really do smell fragrant, it's really... annoying."

The man murmured.

He closed his eyes, as if he wanted to fall asleep peacefully in his lover's lap, in his lover's tears.

The two booklets were pushed and rolled all the way to them by the strong wind.

The snow-white paper rustled like waves, revealing a corner of blooming stars.

The girl in the painting set out towards the sea of stars, carrying her bag on her back.

"Whether it exists or not, I'm going to find it."

"If it's fake, find the fake; if it's real, find the real."

"Goodbye, I'm on my way!"

-

The black business car carrying two anxious people finally arrived, whistling and drifting all the way.

Qu Wu and Ye Tingchu rushed out of the car and stopped in front of the wailing figure in a daze, then looked at the human who was still twisting in a pool of blood not far away.

The wind swept in from the depths of the mountains and forests, crashing into the distant dawn with great force.

The city awakened at the foot of the mountain.

They still live in this noisy and crowded world.