Chapter 203
Before execution, death row inmates are given a good meal and the right to see their families.
Whether or not one has this right is up to the individual.
"Number 33, your family has come to visit you. Do you want to see them?" The policewoman's voice was cold; they couldn't give a kind look to someone who had personally killed one of their own kind.
He Tingyao's waist-length black hair had been cut short to below her ears, but because of her outstanding face, even in prison clothes, she still looked very innocent.
"Who...is it?" she asked anxiously, her voice dry as if she hadn't spoken for a long time.
The policewoman, with a cold expression, still replied, "Your adoptive father."
He Tingyao couldn't tell whether she felt fortunate or disappointed.
On the one hand, she didn't want her mother to see her like this, but on the other hand, she hoped she could see her mother even once.
One glance is enough.
But her mother never came to see her.
She pursed her lips and shook her head in refusal. Only after the policewoman left did she hug herself, then slowly tilt her head back and stare at the sky, which was only the size of a palm, with tears silently falling from the corners of her eyes.
Her mother must be very disappointed in her.
Will Mom cry? It's all her fault; she was too careless and impatient. This time, Mom will cry, and she won't be able to wipe away her tears.
If Ye Ti were caught and then took further action, would the police have stopped searching the entire villa...?
Mom, Yaoyao regrets it so much.
Happy birthday, Mom. I won't be able to sing you a birthday song this time.
Mom, do you regret being so good to Yaoyao?
He Tingyao's thoughts were churning rapidly, with scenes flashing before her eyes, and without exception, there was always a gentle gaze that unconditionally embraced her.
——
Ling Wu didn't go to see He Tingyao because she was currently at the scene of He Tinglan's lethal injection.
Because of his numerous murders, his special status, and the fact that he was responsible for a bloody crime when he was only five years old, the execution by lethal injection was taken very seriously.
Ling Wu stood outside, separated by a layer of glass. She could only see that He Tinglan's limbs were restrained and that three monitoring devices were tied to his wrists. He was the only person in the entire confined space.
As the countdown began, He Tinglan slowly turned her head, her gaze sweeping across each person's face before finally settling on Ling Wu's.
He curled his lips into a smile, a hint of tenderness in his expression.
His lips moved slightly, and he murmured silently to Ling Wu:
"Actually, I didn't make a wish upon the shooting star that day. I was just trying to ask it if we could be together. The shooting star didn't answer me because it fell and destroyed itself very quickly, so I took it as its tacit consent."
"When I was five, I put a bird in your car's exhaust pipe. That was the only time I ever used this nasty method on you. I've never done it since."
"The roses I give you are all clean. Those red roses were watered with my own blood, so there aren't many each time. But as long as you like them, that's fine."
"And I certainly won't let the blood of those vile people taint you."
"..."
He rambled on and on, saying whatever came to mind, but because he didn't make a sound and spoke too fast, the others couldn't understand him at all.
However, he didn't expect Ling Wu to be able to hear him clearly. He just wanted to tell her everything that had happened over the years, to tell her—
His love for her, aside from being taboo, was entirely pure.
She was clean and pure, unlike him, a ruthless villain born of filth and of mixed race.
His consciousness was slowly fading away, and he never saw a trace of sadness or sorrow on Ling Wu's face.
It was just calm, indifferent, even indifferent.
She is exactly the same girl who looked up at the birds and developed a sense of resentment towards the He family thirteen years ago.
As his consciousness faded, he realized clearly—
She never loved them even a little bit.
Even maternal love is fake.
He Tinglan seemed to have fallen asleep, and the life detector's value had dropped to zero.
Jiang Du reached out to help Ling Wu up, but Ling Wu shook her head and refused.
"Go see He Tingyao," Ling Wu said calmly.
For a moment, Jiang Du's eyes, hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses, seemed lost in thought.
It is He Tingyao, not Yaoyao.
After a short while, he regained his usual composure and bowed his head in agreement.
Compared to He Tinglan's place, He Tingyao's place was much quieter, but still solemn and dignified.
She was completely different from He Tinglan. The moment she spotted Ling Wu, she immediately turned her head away, avoiding eye contact with Ling Wu.
He Tingyao's heart was pounding, and she could hardly suppress the overwhelming regret surging in her heart!
The injected liquid was slowly pushed into her veins by the machine, and a series of images flashed before her eyes.
There was a mother knitting a sweater under the lamplight, smiling as she asked her, "Do you like it?"
There was a mother sitting alone at the dining table, staring blankly at a table full of cold dishes.
There were also mothers who were engrossed in reading a finance-related book, but when they discovered her arrival, they closed the book and asked her with a smile, "Are you tired?"
There was also her mother who wove flower wreaths for her, her mother who made a custom-made small sofa for her, and her mother who took off her clothes and put them on her in the rain.
In a daze, she seemed to smell that cool fragrance again. Her cool fingertips touched her forehead and said, "You're so old now, why do you still love to act like a child?"
A clear tear trail snaked down the corner of her eye. As all her strength gave out, she finally mustered her courage and tried to turn her head to follow Ling Wu's gaze.
But that gaze was no longer gentle, no longer indulgent.
That gaze was cold and indifferent, like ice that had stood for millennia, and no one could melt it.
“Mom…” she murmured in disbelief.
Then, she heard a "beep" as the machine approached zero.
When she awoke again, she was panting heavily!
"Mother!"
Her voice echoed in the pure white space.
"Subject 002 has awakened."
"002's physical condition is much worse than that of Zero and 001, but his memory is extremely strong. Before he even woke up, his memories had already been fully restored."
"All three sets of results showed that their regenerative abilities far exceeded those of ordinary people."
"..."
There were many voices outside, but He Tingyao couldn't hear them; all she could think about were those cold eyes.
She tried to get up, but her body was completely restrained, and she couldn't even move her head.
Day after day, she was subjected to blood draws and skin cuts, serving as a guinea pig in experiments. Finally, she saw He Tinglan.
At that time, He Tinglan no longer recognized her at all; he would only react slightly when he heard the number "5".
She thought that it might not be "5", but her mother's name.
What is certain is that He Tinglan has gone mad. One minute he says she killed his mother, the next he says that all of them drove his mother to jump off the building...
madman!
She would never hurt her mother, even if she died!
But she couldn't help but wonder if she had really done those things, which was why her mother had looked at her with that kind of gaze that day.
Until one day—
"Miss Duan, you've arrived."
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