What's wrong with being cold-blooded in the end times? Anyone who messes with my wife will die.

Li Shuang's head buzzed, she stared blankly at Song Shu's gentle face, almost unable to understand the meaning of that sentence.

"I..." What do you mean I want her to live?

Song Shu asked her patiently: "You choose whether she lives or not. I'll give you this choice."

Li Shuang was even more surprised and frightened: "Xiao Shu..."

"You don't have to feel any psychological burden. I give you this choice and I will respect your choice." Song Shu said.

The black mist strangled Meng Hailun's neck, loosening it from time to time to give her time to breathe, and then tightening it again, torturing her back and forth, as if Li Shuang did not give her a choice, and this hanging could last for days and nights.

Li Shuang stammered, "I...I don't want her to die."

Song Shu said: "Really?"

Li Shuang whispered more quietly: "I don't want to... see anyone die again."

She had done a lot of wrong things in the past. Because Xiafu insisted on plundering the spirit crystals, she used her special powers to help her kill many people. She had made mistakes and even more terrible mistakes.

But now, she really doesn't want to see anyone die again.

Song Shu gently squeezed her hand, then let it go and said to Fu Ying, "Let it go."

Fu Ying was obviously dissatisfied with this decision. She looked at Meng Hailun expressionlessly. The black fog continued to tighten until Meng Hailun's eyes became bloodshot and she was almost suffocated. Then the black fog completely loosened. She fell limply to the ground, breathing heavily.

"Behave yourself from now on and don't do anything that is harmful to the world." Song Shu said, "Li Shuang, send her back to the outer city."

After saying that, she reached out and grabbed Fu Ying's arm, then teleported away.

Li Shuang helped Meng Hailun put on her clothes and whispered to her, "Let's go."

Meng Hailun looked at her in a daze, as if she was frightened silly. Li Shuang forcefully helped her up. At this time, the people who were blocked outside and unable to see the situation inside saw them.

Nan Dan and Tang Xinyu ran over and looked at each other. Li Shuang said, "Please lend a hand."

"..."

"Why don't you kill her? Are you soft-hearted?"

After returning to the house, Song Shu lay down on the sofa and rubbed his eyes tiredly. Fu Ying squatted beside the sofa and frowned and said, "You know that woman is very smart. Every word she said, on the surface, is full of regret, but in fact, she is playing psychological tactics with you to win your forgiveness and prevent you from retaliating against her."

"I know." Song Shu said, "No matter what, she will never realize that she is wrong. She is just afraid of death."

Fu Ying frowned: "Then you let Li Shuang decide..."

Song Shu was silent for a while, then said in a low voice: "I owe her."

Fu Ying was stunned and touched her head with heartache.

"You don't owe her anything." She said softly, "Besides, if you let her make this decision, she will feel guilty about it. If she chooses to kill that woman, won't she blame herself?"

"Sometimes I really think it would be great to go back to the time before the apocalypse, erase everyone's memory, and have no viruses or zombies. Everyone can just live their own lives like that." Song Shu's drooping black eyelashes trembled slightly, "Fu Ying, I'm so tired..."

You owe me, I owe you, I owe her, she owes me, it's back and forth, and I can never pay it back, it's an endless entanglement, and it won't end until death.

There is a complex debt relationship between people. Debts of money or material things can be repaid, but debts of emotions, responsibilities, and morality cannot be repaid. These debts accumulate and become an unsolvable entanglement, a fateful cycle.

I'm so tired. I've never been so tired before.

Fu Ying lowered her head and thought for a while, then she lay on the edge of the sofa, looking closely at Song Shu's face, and said:

"Xiao Shu, after my mother passed away, I no longer considered that place my home. After my father remarried, I became an outsider living under someone else's roof. My hatred for the three of them grew day by day, so after I awakened my ability of 'absolute hatred', I chose revenge without hesitation."

"And I didn't choose the same path after my rebirth because I felt that I had killed them once, which was enough to appease my hatred. If I did it again, I was afraid that I would become someone I didn't like."

"In fact, my life in school is pretty good. There is a coffee shop in the school. I like to spend an afternoon there. The strong aroma of coffee always wafts around my body, but I don't like coffee very much. On the street outside the school, there are wandering singers singing folk songs from their hometowns."

“Students come from all over the world, with different languages ​​and cultures blending together. Topics discussed in class can range from literature to philosophy, art, and even politics. Although they are sensitive, teachers will encourage us to think, question and express ourselves, and cultivate our independent thinking.”

"Students there are rarely constrained by exams. Although the schoolwork is difficult, everyone pays more attention to personal interests and development. Our school holds various activities every year, such as the Model United Nations Conference, art exhibitions, drama performances... and many more. I like to take a walk in the local Luxembourg Gardens and step on the fallen leaves under the chestnut trees. It feels great."

Song Shu listened quietly. Fu Ying held her hands tightly on her abdomen. Her voice was low, soft and gentle.

Song Shu suddenly said, "Why are you saying this?"

Fu Ying said: "Sharing my past with you - I mean, if you feel that everything now makes you tired, then I support your decision. No matter who owes whom, if the world can go back, let all of this be written off."

Song Shu was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "That's not possible... Do you want to forget me?"

"Xiao Shu, I love you." Fu Ying confessed, "I love you very much. I don't want to forget everything, but you can make a choice."

Song Shu: "...What? You want me to forget? Are you crazy?"

"Even if you forget me, you will still fall in love with me." Fu Ying said seriously, "I have the confidence that I can make you fall in love with me again."

"That's different." Song Shu retorted.

Fu Ying also got on the sofa and held her in his arms.

"I don't want to see you so sad, Xiao Shu." Fu Ying patted her back gently and whispered, "You have taken on too much. I feel bad for you."

"Can't you be a little selfish?" Song Shu grabbed her clothes tightly, "You said that I should always love you and never forget you. I will fall in love with you again after losing the memory of being with you - but the me whose love you concealed will also collapse."

Fu Ying asked in a low voice: "Really? Will you still collapse in that case? Then what should I do?"

Song Shu didn't say anything.

Fu Ying gently stroked her back and placed small kisses on her forehead.

"Let's make the best of it, okay?" she said. "No matter what happens, I will bear it with you."

Song Shu hugged her tightly: "Yeah."

Fu Ying said, "Go to sleep."

Song Shu leaned in her arms, relaxed, and soon fell asleep.