Help! The yandere's beloved pet wants to escape

Jiang Wanqing reached out over the railing and tried to grab his clothes.

She cried and called his name: "Brother Shi Che... I was wrong, I was wrong..."

"Please... take the snake away. I'm scared. Please..."

"I was wrong, I was really wrong..."

Her mistake was that she shouldn't have stayed in the first place.

Even though I knew he was a lunatic, I still stayed with him.

She couldn't be more wrong.

Gu Shiche stood there quietly, watching her hysterically shouting his name.

Under the dim light, that delicate face revealed a hint of inexplicable sadness.

The snake was hurt from the fall, and its yellow vertical pupils stared at Jiang Wanqing angrily.

The snake was glowing a faint purple light, hissing and spitting out its tongue as it crawled towards her.

Gu Shiche said indifferently: "Let the snake bite you, and I will let you out."

"No! Tokitoshi-nii!"

Jiang Wanqing grabbed the railings, shook the cage door hard, and cried loudly.

The lock on the cage door creaked as she shook it, and the chain around her ankles rattled.

The hissing of the snake became louder and louder in my ears.

Jiang Wanqing screamed in shock, cried out loudly, and shook the railing desperately.

"You're even afraid of snakes, and you had the guts to say that to me just now."

Gu Shiche clenched his hands into fists and his eyelids trembled slightly.

Seeing that the snake was about to wrap around Jiang Wanqing's ankle, it opened its mouth and prepared to bite hard.

Gu Shiche squatted down, pulled the snake out and held it tightly.

The snake twisted wildly and bit his palm.

Two big holes were bitten in his tiger's mouth, and blood spurted out.

Gu Shiche was furious, veins popping out on his forehead. He wanted to vent all his anger on the snake.

He grabbed the snake's head with one hand and its tail with the other, then pulled hard at both ends.

The snake was torn into two pieces and thrown to the ground.

The two broken parts thrashed on the ground for a while before they were completely dead.

Jiang Wanqing grabbed the railing with both hands, too scared to speak.

Her breathing was stagnant, her palms were sweaty, and she was still slipping while holding onto the railing.

Suddenly, Gu Shiche slowly raised his head and looked at her.

His eyes were dark, his face expressionless, and his hands were still bleeding.

"Don't you want to know the truth?"

His face was grim, and the scarlet in his eyes had not yet faded.

The big bloody hand grasped the railing and moved closer to her.

"Baby, can you really bear the truth?"

"That twisted truth, that chilling truth."

"Do you really have to open up a memory that even your brain wants to forget?"

Gu Shiche stretched out his hand, held her face, and his palm gradually tightened.

Blood stained her cold white face and dried up bit by bit over time.

Her breath was instantly taken away.

"Should I tell you?"

His voice was extremely cold, and the vortex in his dark eyes seemed to want to pull her into the endless darkness.

Jiang Wanqing clenched her fists tightly, suppressing the fear in her heart.

Her voice was trembling and her eyelids were twitching violently: "Yes."

Gu Shiche was silent, opened his eyes and looked into her eyes.

"Now that we know, we can never go back. Do you want to know that too?"

His eyes were red and looked a bit crazy.

She was scared, extremely scared.

"What happened in the past has happened...neither you nor I can change it." Her voice was so hoarse that she almost cried.

"I can't keep it secret and live together for the rest of my life with my own hidden agenda..."

Gu Shiche's Adam's apple slid again, as if he was trying to suppress his emotions.

After a long while, he finally spoke.

"it is good."

Gu Shiche stepped over the snake that was broken in two.

He slowly opened the cage door, carried Jiang Wanqing out and put her on the bed.

Gu Shiche wrapped his arms around her waist, rested his head on her neck, and held her in his arms.

Suddenly, Jiang Wanqing felt a wetness on her neck.

He endured the pain that the memory brought him and breathed heavily.

"There were two major fires in the Gu family's home, one fifteen years ago and the other thirteen years ago."

"You should be very familiar with the fire thirteen years ago. My grandfather almost died, my father became a vegetable, and your adoptive father died."

"In the fire fifteen years ago, my mother, your biological parents, and Song Churan's mother, a total of four people died."

"Song Churan was playing outside in the yard at the time and escaped."

"And you and I were rescued."

"According to the fire alarm records at the time, you were nearly hit by falling steel bars."

"It was a woman who was there who used her body to block the steel bars and protected you underneath, which allowed you to survive."

"It is impossible to know who the woman was because the body was burnt and DNA comparison is impossible."

Gu Shiche paused, his head splitting with pain.

He was forcing himself to open the blocked memories, feeling extremely painful.

He took a breath and continued.

"After the fire, you and Song Churan were sent to an orphanage."

"You didn't stay long, about a week, before your nanny, Zhou Yuhe, took you out and adopted you."

"Perhaps the shock was too great for you. You developed severe post-traumatic stress disorder and have no memory of anything before the age of six."

"So, you always thought Zhou Yuhe was your biological mother."

Gu Shiche closed his eyes, his complexion turned pale, and fine beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He seemed to be in great pain.

Forcibly opening the shackles of memory will cause irreversible damage to a person's spirit.

The time he had been avoiding, the days he wished he could break himself into pieces to forget, was being forcibly awakened.

He curled up into a ball, hiding in Jiang Wanqing's arms, the dried blood on his hands stained the white sheets.

"What else do you want to know...?"

Jiang Wanqing's eyes were red, and her voice was weak: "My parents' names."

"Your mother's name is Chen Xinuo, and your father's name is Jiang Zichen. They own a medium-sized company in the capital."

"It was later acquired and merged with another company. What else do you want to know?"

His pale, thin lips trembled for a few moments, and he felt inexplicably tired and heavy, and his body was shaking violently.

She lowered her head, looked at him sweating profusely, and asked in a cold voice.

"The fire fifteen years ago... Song Churan said it was you who started it."

"really?"

Gu Shiche raised his head and met her tear-red eyes.

In an instant, he lowered his head and closed his silent eyes.

"not me."

"really?"

"Ah."

Finally, he sneered and pressed close to her: "Of course, you can choose not to believe me, it doesn't matter."

Jiang Wanqing closed her eyes, her voice trembling: "Then why did you say I was the daughter of your enemy?"

Gu Shiche didn't say anything and just held her quietly.

"answer me."

"..."

"Answer me!" She collapsed, grabbed his collar and forced him to look at her.

It was not known whether it was tears or sweat on Gu Shiche's face that made it difficult for him to see the girl in front of him.

"Because...fifteen years ago...the man who set the fire."

"It's Chen Xinuo, your mother."

"In the restored surveillance footage, Chen Xinuo and my mother had an argument."

"She...used birthday candles and lit the fire."

Gu Shiche's eyes lost all warmth and he looked at her with tears in his eyes.

"So, you are the daughter of my enemy..."