Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

The woman's voice was hoarse and old, and her lonely eyes held a hint of tenderness.

Shen Yilin's eyelids twitched slightly, and he took out a box of cigarettes from his coat pocket.

click-

With a slight press of the lighter, the bullet jumped up and drew a smooth arc in the air.

At that moment, a tiny but blazing blue flame suddenly shot out, leaping between the cold metal and the air like an elf, wild and unruly as well as gloomy and terrifying.

Just like Shen Yilin.

He held the cigarette in his mouth and moved closer to the flame.

Wisps of smoke drifted into the air, and the cold and quiet basement was suddenly filled with a strong smell of smoke.

"Cough cough cough..." The woman couldn't help coughing.

Seeing this, Shen Yilin didn't feel any distress and continued to breathe.

The fireworks flickered, and the smoke swirled, seemingly solidifying in the air. My vision gradually blurred, and everything was shrouded in a hazy and oppressive atmosphere, even time seemed to slow down.

"son……"

The woman finally stopped coughing, and her voice became more hoarse, like the last fallen leaf on a dead branch in autumn, swaying gently and revealing endless desolation and loneliness.

Shen Yilin was smoking and playing with the lighter in his hand.

In the light of the fire, everything around became darker and more eerie.

The woman's chest heaved, and she spoke in a trembling voice, "Son, why don't you speak?"

The left corner of Shen Yilin's lips curled up slightly, and his smile had some inexplicable meaning.

"what do you want me to say?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, a trace of sadness flashing across her eyes.

After a few minutes of silence, she swallowed the scarlet breath in her throat and spoke slowly, "Son, I am sorry for you. I will do whatever you want to do."

Shen Yilin laughed out loud, his voice a little creepy.

The woman's heart shuddered, as if pierced by thousands of silver needles, and the pain spread to every part of her body. She clenched her fingers and opened her mouth. "Even if you want me to die immediately, I won't blame you."

Shen Yilin's lips curled up in a mocking tone, "Letting you die like this is too easy for you."

In an instant, the air around him solidified into an icy sharp blade.

Every breath felt like cutting between the lungs, bringing with it a biting chill and unspeakable pain.

The woman's eyes revealed deep despair and sadness. "Are you trying to make me live a life worse than death?"

Shen Yilin smoked, the curling white smoke blurring his features. The chill emanating from his body grew stronger and stronger.

"Life is worse than death? Ha."

The woman looked miserable. "I know you've been suffering these past few years. Son, this isn't my fault. It's your grandfather..."

"Don't mention him," Shen Yilin suddenly interrupted her. A half-smoked cigarette was pinched between his slender fingers, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He smiled, but it seemed as if he wasn't smiling. "You all escaped from that cage, but what about me?"

The woman's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand. Every beat was accompanied by severe pain and a feeling of suffocation. It was a wail from the depths of her soul, silent but strong.

She clutched her clothes tightly and choked, "Son, I also thought about taking you away, but your grandfather..."

"I told you not to mention him." Shen Yilin interrupted again, the veins on his forehead bulged and the muscles on his face twitched.

The tears in the woman's eyes froze instantly. Her heart ached.

Time lost its meaning here. Every second seemed like eternity, dragging him down to the deepest part of the abyss.

"Son, I know you've been causing trouble for Sang Yuwan..."

She suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, and then mustered the courage to continue, "But she is innocent... It was Shen Chongzhou and I who abandoned you..."