"Wang Yilin, let me tell you, you've already hurt my brother. I won't let you off the hook. If you dare to touch my mother again, I'll make you wish you were dead!"
Wang Yilin raised an eyebrow and clapped his hands with an air of fearlessness: "Tsk tsk tsk, touching, extremely touching!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yilin put away his dagger, left Li Wenyan's side, walked in front of them, and held up his phone with the screen horizontally.
Wang Yilin was extremely arrogant, managing to get both Li Wenyan and Su Yuanxin in the frame at the same time using his mobile phone.
"Come on, let me take a picture with them. You quickly take a screenshot, and then we'll see if you can make me wish I were dead."
He finally asked Su Wanwan again: "So, where exactly is the key to the Hall of Mental Cultivation?"
Just then, Li Wenyan and Su Yuanxin, who were behind Wang Yilin, looked up at Su Wanwan. Their mouths moved at the same time, roughly meaning—don't tell him.
Before Su Wanwan could even shed a tear, Li Wenyan and Su Yuanxin stood up from behind her.
Su Yuanxin slammed his head hard against the back of Wang Yilin's head, and Wang Yilin's phone instantly fell from the rooftop of the forty-story building.
The phone call was abruptly ended, and Su Wanwan panicked as she climbed from the stairwell to the rooftop.
She didn't want to lose her loved ones.
But at this moment, she felt as if she were trapped in an endless cycle of climbing stairs.
The concrete staircases became a permanent shadow over her life.
I feel anxious because I'm afraid of losing it.
After reaching an unknown number of floors, three corpses floated down from the window in front of them, accompanied by screams from mid-air.
She witnessed her father and mother fall from the 40th floor rooftop.
Su Wanwan ran to the window of the empty house, her legs too weak to walk. She leaned against the unfinished floor-to-ceiling window on the nineteenth floor, staring blankly at the blood-soaked corpses of her parents...
Suddenly, a dark rain fell before my eyes, countless fragments flashed through my mind, and countless sounds of memories echoed in my ears.
"Wanwan, be careful on your way to school."
"Dinner's ready, Wanwan."
"Wanwan, it's Daddy's fault."
"Wanwan, don't overwork yourself out there."
"The weather has been a bit cold lately, and since Mom isn't around, I need to take good care of myself."
"Wanwan, is anyone bullying you at school?"
"Wanwan, time to eat cherries."
"Wanwan, Dad planted a magnolia tree that you like in the yard."
"Wanwan, the magnolias you love are in bloom."
"Wanwan, if your parents leave one day, don't trust anyone."
...
"No, none of this...none of this is real!"
She works so hard and does everything she can to earn money so that her father can pay off his debts and her mother can have a better life.
What's the point of her doing all this if they die?
She couldn't accept their departure and even felt like she was dreaming.
If it's a dream...
Su Wanwan stood up and jumped downstairs...
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