The first time Mo Xiaoqing saw Ji Muhan was in a coffee shop with a "superb atmosphere."
Those clear, bright eyes, tinged with a hint of allure, left a deep impression on her heart.
Whom can he take revenge on?
Ji Sili and Qin Zi have been killed by their own mother.
He eventually found a good outlet for his emotions: their only son.
Ji Muhan!
Ji Muhan, who has lived in the expectations of everyone since childhood, has never lacked love, even though he lost his father and mother.
Compared to him, he felt like a rat hiding in the shadows, unable to see the light. This feeling was deeply eroding his reason.
Therefore, from a very young age, he regarded Ji Muhan as his only rival in this life. After he accidentally killed his mother, this idea grew wildly in his heart like weeds and instantly became a towering tree.
He kept convincing himself that his mother's death was caused by them, and that he was just trying to free her from this predicament.
He only wanted to give his mother a better chance of redemption. He would only truly avenge his mother if he completely destroyed Ji Muhan!
For this reason, he even went so far as to kill his own uncle, remove him from power, and seize the family inheritance from his cousin.
He went further and further down this path, becoming increasingly reckless and even bloodthirsty. He has managed to reach his current position, becoming the undisputed leader with absolute decision-making power in everyone's eyes!
It was all because he forcefully seized the family's inheritance rights, and even in order to consolidate his power, he eliminated all those who could threaten his position, sending them all to hell!
Therefore, everything he possessed was built upon the foundation of the bones of his closest relatives...
He's already gone mad! So mad that even he himself feels like a complete stranger to himself.
He was so ruthless that he killed his mother, his uncle, his cousin, and even his five-year-old cousin...
How could he not be insane? His heart is already broken!
He had long known that his mind was so twisted that it was incurable!
But he never thought about saving himself from that hell; all he wanted was to stain those clean white papers with a layer of darkness that could never be erased!
He wants everyone to experience the same pain he once went through, to live in a living hell where everyone can only struggle endlessly and can never find salvation.
Can…
Why?
Why did Liangliang leave him?
He didn't understand, and he would never understand, this question on his mind day and night after being imprisoned!
Even now, he still hasn't gotten a satisfactory answer.
Even now, just thinking of the name "Mu Liangliang" makes it impossible for him to breathe, as if someone is choking him and he is about to suffocate at any moment!
He suddenly gave Ji Muhan a deep look and said, "I know what you came here to ask, but I will never tell you the answer!"
Bai Yixue curled his lips wickedly, "I want you to live with this question for the rest of your life, and I won't tell you even when I'm in my grave!"
Ji Muhan's eyes remained unmoved upon hearing these words.
"If you don't want to talk, even if I force you to confess, it will be useless. But I won't dwell on this for the rest of my life!"
Bai Yixue's expression finally changed, becoming somewhat ferocious and terrifying.
"Why don't you ask? Don't you want to know how things turned out back then? How can you not ask?"
He seemed to have walked into a dead end, talking to himself, or perhaps interrogating himself.
If he really doesn't care about anything, then his idea of taking revenge on Ji Muhan will be completely thwarted.
Ji Muhan didn't say anything, but took two steps to the side, because he knew that the little person next to him had more to say.
Moreover, he had already gotten the answer he wanted…
Mo Xiaoqing stared at him expressionlessly, "Do you regret it?"
Bai Yixue's eyelids twitched violently. "What about what I told you? No, I don't regret it!"
If he regrets it now, then all the things he did before will be negated by himself. He absolutely cannot regret it, and he has no room for regret!
He cannot deny himself; if he denies himself, what meaning does his existence have?