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

“Since there is no going back and no end in sight, let’s just start over again like a new life.”

"Even if I have to dig out her bones and sleep with her head in my arms, I will get her again."

"I also have an unforgettable ex-fiancée, Master Wen, you should be able to understand my feelings, right?"

Qin Wu's voice sounded from behind.

Wen Can's hand on the armrest silently clenched into a fist with bulging veins.

Finally, he let out a light, ethereal laugh, and suddenly relaxed his body and leaned back, his tone cold and lazy: "Master Qin, has anyone ever told you that you might have delusions? You'd better go see a psychiatrist."

"...Many people say so." Qin Wu said casually, and then continued, "Young Master Wen didn't answer my question? Don't we have something in common?"

"of course."

Wen Can raised his eyes calmly, the shimmering dilapidated roof reflected in his dark eyes, and his tone became cold and gentle: "As Master Qin knows, I have an unforgettable ex-fiancée."

“I still love her to this day.”

"But I don't want to, and I don't think I can 'get' her."

"I'd let her have me."

Qin Wu laughed disdainfully: "What's the difference? As long as we are together, she will get everything from me."

"Of course there is a difference. I don't need to be with her and I'm willing to do anything for her happiness."

Qin Wu narrowed his eyes: "What if she wants your life?"

"If that's what's necessary for her happiness, then I'm going to die."

"…What if she doesn't want your life or your love, and just wants you to disappear from her sight?"

"Then I will disappear."

Qin Wu laughed coldly: "Then this is not love at all. If you can bear to never see her again, how dare you say you love her?"

"If you put your own feelings above hers, then you really don't love her, or you don't love her enough."

Wen Can's tone was so calm that it seemed as if he was just talking about today's lunch menu.

"I love her, so I must be her believer, regard her happiness as the Bible, her needs as the Holy Voice, and regard myself as one of the millions of believers. Even if the millions of other believers are all my incarnations, I am still just the smallest and most ordinary one."

The man turned his head in the gradually dispersing morning mist. His dark eyes were like the quiet night, staring quietly and fixedly at Qin Wu's slightly contracted eyes.

He asked him, in a very calm and ordinary way: "Master Qin, have you ever seen a Christian who wants to get God?"

"If there is such a person, he does not want to get God - he wants to be God."

"..."

The fallen leaves rustled in the wind.

After more than ten seconds of dead silence, a muffled bang suddenly sounded in the bushes.

The wheelchair was overturned to the ground.

The disabled man Wen Can rolled to the ground in a mess.

Qin Wu, who bullied the disabled, took a step forward, looked down at the face that was still so calm that it made people want to punch it, and smiled slightly: "Sorry, my hand slipped."

He shook his gloves and said, "My hands are too slippery. I'm afraid I can't help Master Wen up."

"I'll go get you some help."

Qin Wu nodded politely, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly said: "Just assume that what you said is right."

He said with a smile: "I will build a magnificent church for my God. When the time comes, Master Wen will kneel down and pray at the door of the church."

The footsteps faded away on the fallen leaves.

Unlike the elegance and calmness when coming, the pace and intensity were clearly quickened when leaving.

Wen Can lay in a pile of grass leaves in a spread-eagle position as he heard the footsteps fading away. Facing him he saw the gray-blue sky, the yellow and green trees, and the glass spires flashing among the leaves.

He closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander endlessly to the sound of the wind.

Could it be that, in the grass where he was lying, a young girl had stepped countless times?

Imprisoned in such a heavily blocked place, what would her steps be like? Fast or slow? Melancholy or anger?

In such a restricted environment, would she look up and see the color of the sky? Would she remember to observe the changing seasons? Would she catch fallen leaves or pick flowers?

She is still so young...has she ever been scared?

Perhaps he was lost in thought, and in a trance he seemed to actually hear the sound of light and quick footsteps.

Perhaps it was an illusion, it seemed that the hem of a girl's skirt was fluttering across the grass.

With his black hair flying, his pale face, still with a childish look, did not even turn his head back.

The fourteen-year-old Ye Shiyi stepped on the grass stems and crushed the dead branches, and hurriedly passed by the man lying on the ground. She was gone in a flash and walked into the time when she survived entirely by herself.

Wen Can opened his eyes, looked at the gray-blue sky and said to himself: "I'm sorry - although I know you don't need it."

There was a gust of wind blowing in the deep forest, and a fallen leaf floated over his left eye.

He lay there indifferently until Secretary Fei came running over, then he looked in the direction of the footsteps.