Cheng Chun-kui said, "From the moment you captured me, I was already a dead man. To me, dying sooner or later is the same."
I am already blessed by God and thanks to your care for me. So every day is as precious as gold to me.
I know that my life is like an hourglass, and soon the last bit of time will be revealed.
As someone who should have died long ago, what could possibly affect my mood no matter what I encounter?
Cheng Xiao Kui suddenly understood Cheng Chun Kui's current state of mind.
Cheng Chunqiu had long considered herself as dead, which was why she was able to calmly accept everything.
Moreover, Cheng Chunqiu had no illusions about her future.
In other words, Cheng Chunqiu never considered merely surviving; she tried every possible way to stay alive.
She said, "Didn't you ever think about the possibility that you might survive?"
Cheng Chunqiu shook her head and said, "How could that be? A criminal like me, no matter how much I try to atone for my crimes, will still be sentenced to death."
Moreover, the emperor's methods have made everyone believe that I was in cahoots with him. My so-called attempt to atone for my crimes has ultimately only resulted in new offenses.
Cheng Xiao Kui stared intently at Cheng Chun Kui, the sunlight streaming through the car window illuminating Cheng Chun Kui's face.
Her face was very bright, a bright, cold white.
It's like the winter sun, bright yet cold.
She didn't understand the mindset of someone who was counting down the days to their death; she was simply trying to live each day to the fullest.
He said, “We’re the complete opposite. You’re calmly waiting to die, while I’m striving to live.”
No matter how hard I tried, all I could get was a very ordinary script. But it was really tiring and exhausting.
The last sentence was uttered softly from the corner of her lips, every word revealing her heartache.
Others may be born into a bad situation and still get a normal life, but for her, even the most ordinary life requires her to give it her all and still not get it.
Cheng Chun Kui suddenly reached out and grasped Cheng Xiao Kui's hand, saying, "Don't be discouraged, you've already done very well. Once you've wiped out all the spies, your good days with Si Mu Yang will begin."
Cheng Xiao Kui said, "But I'm so tired, really so tired."
Cheng Chun Kui said, "I know it's tiring, but think about me. No matter how hard I try, I can't get the ordinary script you mentioned, but you have this opportunity."
Cheng Xiao Kui looked at the smile on Cheng Chun Kui's face; Cheng Chun Kui's smile was very sincere.
She gave a helpless, bitter smile; compared to Cheng Chun Kui, she seemed quite lucky.
She never expected that a single sentence from Cheng Chun Kui would heal her mental anguish.
What she didn't expect was that, given their respective positions, she and Cheng Chunqiu could have such an open and honest conversation.
Is the world really different from what she imagined?
The world is not simply black and white...
Song Jingchuan's car was parked in front of the Public Security Bureau.
He led everyone into the police station building, where he completed the procedures for claiming Song Wenhui's body.
Ye Feng and Song Jingchuan carried Song Wenhui's body on a stretcher to a small truck.
This small truck was borrowed by Song Jingchuan from a factory.
Following custom, Cheng Xiaokui placed a large red apple, a pack of cigarettes, and a large red envelope in the truck driver's car.
Song Wenhui's body was taken back to Song Wenhui's home, and Cheng Xiaokui decided to hold the funeral at Song Wenhui's home.
Song Jingchuan called Du Ziqiang's family last night.
So when they returned to Sun Wenhui's house, Du Ziqiang, Cheng Qiukui, and Cheng Dongkui were already waiting for them.
Following local custom, they set up a mourning shed in the courtyard. Since it was winter, Song Wenhui's body could simply be placed in the courtyard.
Although the neighbors disliked Song Wenhui, Song Wenhui died tragically, and Cheng Xiaokui was very kind to the neighbors.
Out of respect for Song Wenhui's daughters and sons, everyone came to offer their condolences.
Cheng Chun-kui, as the eldest daughter, knelt in front of the mourning hall. Cheng Dong-kui's leg was not well, so Cheng Xiao-kui did not let him kneel. Instead, she let him sit in a wheelchair and greet the neighbors who came to pay their respects.
Funerals are also a major event, and a large banquet is held at home.
The business of Cheng Xiao Kui and Cheng Qiu Kui's family shop has stopped, and all the aunties and grandmas they hired have come to Song Wen Hui's house to hold a banquet.
After the neighbors come to pay their respects, they can have a hearty meal, which includes fish and meat—foods they wouldn't normally be able to afford.
The neighbors were all talking about how grand Song Wenhui's funeral was, wondering how her ancestral graves could have been so auspicious, as she had given birth to three such wonderful daughters.
As for Cheng Chunqiu's situation, the neighbors knew nothing about it. In their eyes, Cheng Chunqiu had only been away from home for a few days, and they didn't know where she had gone, but now she was back.
Ye Feng and his men observed everyone inside and outside the courtyard. After a whole day of observation, they did not find anyone suspicious.
That evening, Cheng Xiao Kui told Cheng Dong Kui to go back to her room to rest. Her younger brother had only recently recovered, and she was afraid he would fall ill again from exhaustion. She and Cheng Chun Kui would keep vigil that night.
The two sisters sat in the mourning hall, burning paper money for Song Wenhui according to the appointed time.
Cheng Chun-kui hesitated for a long time before asking, "Xiao-kui, I killed your mother, do you hate me a lot?..."
If you believe in an eye for an eye, then it won't be long before I can pay for your mother's life.
As for what I owe you, I'm destined never to repay it in this lifetime. But if there's a next life, I'll be your servant and do anything to repay you.
Cheng Xiao Kui said, "I don't hate you as much as you think... You know my mother isn't good to me. She's selfish, a petty, narrow-minded person, short-sighted and foolish."
However, although she did many wrong things, she didn't deserve to die. It's impossible for me to have no hatred for you at all.
She spoke calmly. To be honest, she wasn't the original owner of this body, and her feelings for Song Wenhui weren't deep. Given how Song Wenhui had treated her, she felt she had done more than enough for Song Wenhui.
Therefore, she didn't harbor much hatred towards Cheng Chun Kui.
However, Cheng Qiuqiu harbored a great deal of hatred for Cheng Chunqiu, and would glare at her fiercely and curse her as a murderer whenever she had a spare moment.
But Cheng Chunqiu didn't talk back, and just silently endured Cheng Qiuqiu's insults.
Cheng Chun-kui said, "I will repay you in my next life."
Cheng Xiao Kui said, "What will you do to repay me?"
Cheng Chun-kui said, "To repay you, you let me live a few days like a human being."
It was quiet all night.
There was no sneak attack as everyone had hoped.
It seemed too quiet.
As dawn approached, Song Jingchuan told Cheng Xiaokui and Cheng Chunkui to go back to their rooms to rest.
He lowered his voice and said to Cheng Xiao Kui, "It's so strange, why isn't anyone coming? Could it be that they know this is a trap? Could it be that Cheng Chun Kui has already leaked the news?"
Cheng Xiao Kui bit her lip lightly and said, "Probably not, she hasn't left my sight."
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