She got up at night and found Pei Hetong standing in the bathroom smoking. He reflexively hid the cigarette behind him, just like his reaction every time he faced Chu Zhihan.

Later, she gave a pack of cigarettes and a lighter as a coming-of-age gift for her eighteenth birthday.

"I'm sorry, I can only buy the cheapest one now. When I make money in the future, I will definitely give it to you..."

The temperature of her palm was a feeling I would never forget in my life, hot, swollen, and numb.

After that, he never smoked in front of Song Xijiao again.

"Crack..." The last cigarette burned out.

He covered his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking violently, and he cried silently.

The scene of memory flashed through his mind, and his tears fell silently, hot, dripping onto the wound on his arm, causing a stinging pain.

He dialed the number and was the first person to discover the resemblance between Li Chenyi and President Pei Zhiting.

"I'll tell you everything I know..."

"…What do you want?"

Pei He and Damian were lying on the bed. The water vapor accumulated in the clouds was the clouds' unspeakable thoughts, and the water would eventually fall back to the ground and disappear.

"The happiest and most relaxing days of my life were my childhood, and the years I spent with her. I...had many opportunities to escape this prison that had held me captive my entire life, but my soul seemed to be chained to it, unable to leave..."

Pei Hetong coughed heart-wrenchingly, his thin body trembling violently. He had never wanted to leave so much before.

“…”

He covered his heart, "Her love for me has never been much, and my love for her...I don't know how much it is."

"When I fought with my family, she said, 'I, Song Xijiao, can never be your heroine.'"

"When she walks towards you, I know: it no longer matters whether she's the hero or the heroine."

"My love for her has come to an end."

"From now on, please make her happy."

He had a very long dream. In the dream, he was walking in the snow and ice, and the cold wind was like a piercing knife. He was looking for something, but he didn't know what it was.

"Uncle, will you always be with her?"

"Yes, to the point of death."

“Beep…”

"Plop!" A tear fell on the phone screen.

On the last day of summer, the sun was like a furnace during the day, and Song Xijiao was still hot even after turning on the air conditioner. The temperature only dropped slightly until the sun set.

"Boom..." thunder and lightning struck the trees in the yard.

Song Xijiao was so frightened that her heart was about to jump out of her body. She screamed and sat up.

Pei Zhiting stood up with a whoosh, holding her in his arms with one hand and gently patting her back with the other, "Don't be afraid."

Outside the window, lightning and thunder flashed one after another, and the whistling wind was extremely harsh.

Pei Zhiting's cell phone rang at an inopportune time.

Who would call him at this hour? Pei Yu? Impossible. He's already overworked for the day.

Late-night calls are either about work or human tragedy.

He took it and saw the caller, and suddenly he felt his blood freeze.

He answered the phone, and there was silence in the receiver, only the sound of shallow breathing, followed by a sigh and regret.

"Mr. Pei, I'm sorry to inform you that your nephew, Mr. Pei Hetong, died at 2:35:15 this morning!"

There were lightning and thunder outside the window, and the wind was howling, but there was silence in the bedroom.

Song Xijiao stared at Pei Zhiting in a daze. She saw veins throbbing on his forehead, his hands clenched into fists, and veins bulging on the backs of his hands.

She saw Pei Zhiting's body trembling slightly, and the call page on his mobile phone had a big message saying "Call ended".

Song Xijiao reached out and covered his mouth, "No, it hurts."

He smiled like a fool, "So what, will he be resurrected?"

Pei Zhiting suddenly thought of the little brat who used to challenge him to a fight every day.

He fought against himself to the death, and his life was worse than death. Was it because he had known for a long time that the result would be death, but he did not have the courage to face it.

"Bang!" A muffled sound blew away two sparrows in the yard.

"Jiaojiao, are you... in pain?"

Song Xijiao's voice was hoarse, "A little bit!"

The headlights shone in the thick fog, cars shuttled through the storm, and the headlights illuminated the road ahead.

The hospital was open in the early morning. When they passed by the obstetrics department, they heard the crying of a newborn baby.

When I reached the top floor, I heard heart-wrenching cries, wailing and grief coming from the nurses' station next door.

The rain is getting heavier.

"Impossible, impossible... I just came to see him this afternoon, and he cared about me and told me... to take care of myself..."

Chu Zhihan paused, shock flashing in his eyes. Pei Hetong never said these words before, but why now...she was pushing the doctors and nurses like crazy...

"No, it's you guys, it's all your fault. Yes, it must be you, you were lazy and didn't give him the right medicine..."

"You...you are quacks and murderers."

The nurse staggered, but fortunately other nurses and doctors stopped her, otherwise she would have been in big trouble.

"You, you...you will all be buried with me."

"Snap!" Crisp and loud.

Five finger marks instantly appeared on Chu Zhihan's face, and she looked at him in disbelief.

"Chu Zhihan, that's enough."

"You're crazy."

Song Xijiao was shocked. This was the first time Pei Zhiting slapped someone.

"Sister-in-law, his injuries weren't fatal, but he still died. Why?"

"It was you who killed him. He had bipolar disorder, didn't you know that?"

The six words "bipolar disorder" exploded in Chu Zhihan's ears like thunder.

She looked at Pei Zhiting in disbelief, "Bipolar disorder? How is that possible?"

He shrugged. "Think carefully about it. He's very different from when he was a kid..."

Chu Zhihan's eyes suddenly widened and there was a buzzing in his ears.

She thought of Pei Hetong's eccentricity, silence, and solitary nature...

How could he possibly have bipolar disorder?!

"Bipolar disorder, hahahahaha... bipolar disorder..."

"You guys teamed up to deceive me."

"You all want to harm him."

"You all want to harm him..."

Chu Zhihan was like a madman, reaching out and grabbing Song Xijiao's neck.

Pei Zhiting kicked him away and threw a psychological assessment form in her face.

"He has always pretended to be a normal person, but you... have always... been forcing him to do things against his will."

"Chu Zhihan, his death is the responsibility of you, me, his family, and everyone else."

“No one is innocent.”

…

Nicotine can make wounds worse.

The doctor specifically advised: Don’t smoke.

…

It was drizzling on the day of the funeral.

There were many guests, but no one was willing to hold an umbrella.

The guests sighed, the young talented man and beautiful woman passed away so early.

Lin Wanqing looked at the tombstone indifferently, without shedding a single tear.

Chu Zhihan suddenly attacked, grabbed Song Xijiao's neck and put a fruit knife against her neck.