Yan Can didn't need him to speak.

She first tied Yan Jian's hands and feet with tattered bed sheets, and then found a cigarette box under the sofa.

"Unfortunately, there are only two."

Yan Jian looked at her in fear, as if he knew what she was going to do next.

What are you doing!

His voice was filled with fear.

"I am your father."

Yan Can ignored him, lit the first cigarette with a blank expression, and offered it to Yan Jian's lips.

Yan Jian looked resistant.

"Why are you hiding?"

"You like smoking, don't you?"

He also liked to have the original owner hold a cigarette until the cigarette butt burned the original owner's hand.

She rubbed the still-visible scars on her fingers and shoved the burning cigarette butt hard against Yan Jian's lips.

Yan Jian screamed in pain.

Yan Can lit another one and thoughtfully fed it to him, right up to his throat.

"Go ahead and smoke."

The sparks were consuming my skin.

The smell of burning protein permeated the room.

Yan Jian was in excruciating pain.

The cries woke up the cuckoo on the ground.

"You're awake?"

Yan Can turned slightly to the side and tilted his head to look at her.

Yan Can's face was obscured by the shadows, but Wang Juan recognized her features at first glance.

She wanted to curse.

But he saw Yan Jian standing to the side like a dead dog first.

"Brother Jian!"

Wang Juan crawled towards Yan Jian with worry.

Yan Can stood aside and watched her climb.

Then.

Yan Can saw two dead dogs.

She sighed.

"I originally just wanted to play around with it."

"But now, I suddenly don't want to play anymore."

"You two are so in love that you want to die together, so how about I burn you both together?"

Click!

Flames are burning.

It illuminated the faces of the three people.

Yan Can's gaze was calm as still water, while Yan Jian and his wife were filled with fear and horror.

They don't want to die yet.