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

"I love my daughter very much."

She started crying when she repeated it.

The girl's knife paused in the air for half a second, and then she continued counting.

Death is coming.

The gardener's sobs filled with intense pain began to spread, trying in an extremely discordant way to break the cold and bloody air.

"Even though I know you are right, and I am not worthy of saying such things because I killed her out of poverty and ignorance - but there is nothing that can be done about this kind of thing. Love is love, even if it is unworthy, it is still love."

The gardener forced herself to speak clearly while crying - in fact, her thoughts were not clear, and she didn't even understand why she was saying these words.

But she remembered the diary that gave her tremendous strength.

She remembered those expectations, those beautifully painted paintings, and the lonely, desolate yet beautiful world that was outlined with just a few strokes.

The diary seemed to urge her to continue -

"I love her. I remember her favorite hairstyle - she liked to tie her hair into two small braids. After tying her hair, she would look in the mirror. If it was not symmetrical, she would be unhappy and would ask me to re-do it for her."

"I remember her appearance - I noticed her nose wasn't straight enough since she was born, and I was worried that she would inherit my genes and not be pretty enough when she grows up. Even if she stays at the age of eight forever, I will still imagine what she will look like when she grows up. Even if she isn't pretty, I still think she's beautiful and cute."

"She likes to eat them. They're two yuan each, but we rarely buy them for her. In the past, we didn't have the money and couldn't afford them. Later, we were afraid that she would damage her teeth. Now I regret it very much. If I had known she wanted to eat them, I would have let her eat them. She only has eight years to live. I should have let her do whatever she wants."

"She doesn't study very well, but she has a few good friends..."

"She likes to walk on tiptoe. I have scolded her many times for this but it's no use. Now that I think about it, every time I see her walk like that I find her so cute, like a happy little duck..."

"She likes the color blue, likes to act like a little adult, and her favorite saying is 'Mom, listen to me, I've grown up...' In the past, she would always follow it up with 'Can I eat one' or 'Can I go to my friend's house to play by myself', but later it became 'Mom, I'm not afraid of pain, it's just like getting a shot for a cold'..."

The gardener curled himself up and covered his wet face with his hands.

"I loved her so much - we never talked about it when she was alive, but I think about her every day after she died."

"I miss her so much."

“My life is so painful.”

She cried and said, "You are right. I can't avenge her murder, nor can I use the money from her life to live well - I am a piece of meat, a walking corpse, but I still want to live."

"She died but I am alive, her father died but I am still alive."

"I am living as a ghost in this manor where she died. I will live until I die of old age and illness - because if I die, no one in this world will remember or know my daughter anymore."

"She was such a small, humble life. The Qin family would not remember her. They burned her last photo. They wished they could forget her as soon as possible, and they also wished I could die as soon as possible. But I cannot die. I want to live forever."

"Even if I can't remember her appearance and her voice sooner or later, as long as I remember her braids, her hair, and the way she walked - even if I forget all these and only have her name left, I will live on with her name! Until my hair turns white and my teeth fall out, until I have to die!"

The disheveled and dishevelled woman covered her face and cried in the shaking cabin.

It was a horrible way of crying, as if the internal organs and soul were vomited out through the throat. It made people shocked that there were people in the world who could cry in such an earth-shaking way.

In this thick and heavy grief, she said: "The Qin family didn't allow me to erect a tombstone for her, I want to be her tombstone."

The end of the howling.

She put down her dry, wrinkled, dark hands, revealing her ugly face covered with snot and tears, and her old eyes so wet that her pupils could not be seen clearly: "This is the most cowardly and ugly love in the world."

"But this is all the love I can give her."

"If this is the kind of love, would you want it?"

-

The blood flowed along the blade in a red stream, then gathered at the tip of the knife and hit the ground with a plop.

The girl had stopped crying for a long time.

She turned her back to the trembling and disheveled mother, and no one knew what she was thinking.

The narrow glass window shone on her pale, thin face. Her dark eyes seemed to merge with the black sea outside, and it was impossible to tell which were the eyes and which were the night and the sea.

Until she blinked slightly, and the humble and ugly figure reflected in the glass was reflected in her pupils.

She turned around and asked the man calmly and coldly: "What's the point?"

“…I don’t know what the meaning is.”

The gardener showed a bewildered look, "If I can always miss her and love her, that is the meaning of my life."

"…That sounds like a painful way to live."

The girl said to herself, "But even this way of living still requires me to search hard for it."

Holding the knife, she turned around and stared at the gardener again. This was probably the first time she looked at her so seriously - even her seriousness was so cold and ruthless.

"You love her so much, why don't you let me kill Qin Wu? Or I can kill his father in the future - don't you want to avenge your daughter? You don't even need to do it yourself."

"...I," the gardener said with tears in his eyes, "I think you should go back to the flower box."

"..."

"I spied on you reading your diary because I couldn't stop fantasizing."

"I have thought countless times, if my child was like you, or if I was like you, would she not die? Would we have the determination and strength to resist?"

She started crying again, her voice full of heart-wrenching pain and suffering: "If that's the case, will she be able to live and grow up well? Will she be able to look forward to going home as much as you look forward to the spring, summer, autumn and winter of the flower box?"

"If she were alive, mom would definitely do her best to take her away from Nangang, buy her lots of things, and braid her hair every day..."

"If she were alive..."

……