Wen Qiong's parents were always very busy. On his fifth birthday, his mother gave him a little white cat.

The little white cat was very cute. It was pure white without a single blemish. Its eyes were also very clear, with dark green vertical pupils that made one feel as if they were looking at a vibrant forest. Its meows were also soft and sweet. What this little cat loved to do most was to climb onto Wen Qiong's lap and rest while he was reading.

Wen Qiong liked it very much, so later, he buried it in the ground himself.

"Xiao Qiong...why did you kill Xiao Bai?"

Five-year-old Wen Qiong looked up at his mother's beautiful face. His innocent little face was still covered in mud, and his clothes were also covered in mud. He looked just like a naughty but ordinary child.

The delicate-looking child smiled and said, "Because Little White is too good, it shouldn't exist in this world."

"What did you say?"

"Mom, this world doesn't deserve it."

"So, Xiaoqiong...does she think her mother is good?"

The child immediately replied, "Okay."

The beautiful woman trembled.

From that day on, Wenqiong's mother dared not give him anything alive anymore. Whenever she wanted to hug the child tightly, she would see the child's outstretched hand and feel as if he was about to strangle her. Later, she dared not get close anymore.

Little Wenqiong didn't understand why his mother had suddenly become distant from him. But so be it, since his mother's existence or non-existence wouldn't affect him anyway.

When Wen Qiong was seven years old, his father brought a man, a tall and thin man, who talked to him, read to him, and drew with him. Wen Qiong liked talking to him because he didn't treat him like a naive little child.

On his parents' wedding anniversary, the house was filled with roses. The man patted his head and said, "Xiao Qiong, don't you like to draw? Why don't you draw a wedding dress for your future bride to wear, just like your parents did?"

What is a bride?

"A bride is someone who will always be by your side. You will love her very much, and she will love you very much too."

"And what is love?"

"Love... is when you look at her, you want to touch her; when you touch her, you want to keep her by your side forever; in short, it's that you can't live without her."

At that time, Wen Qiong didn't quite understand. Then, when he was bored, he remembered what the man had said and drew a wedding dress for the first time. Little Wen Qiong didn't know if someone who "couldn't live without her" would appear in his life. He just felt a flutter in his heart for no reason.

The bride is someone who will always be by his side.

But soon, he was troubled again. He liked her too much, and he couldn't help but want to kill her.

After all, this world can hardly be called beautiful.

Later, Wen Qiong learned that this man had another name: psychologist.

He didn't understand what a psychologist was, but he knew what a doctor was. A doctor was someone who would lock him in a white ward, force him to take medicine every day, and prick his skin with a needle. He hated doctors.

When the man came again, Xiao Wenqiong carried heavy tools and loosened a piece of the wooden staircase. Then he put the tools away, stood in the stairwell on the third floor, and waved to the man who entered the door.