It was impossible for Chu Mingcui to come to the court. She was so seriously injured that it was impossible to sit up.
Therefore, Yu Wenhao went to the prison in person.
In the prison, it was still dark and damp. The weak light shone on Chu Mingcui's pale face. She was half lying on the straw, squinting her eyes and saw a dark red robe lifted up in front of her eyes. Just like that day when she saw herself
The look of blood splattering out.
She raised her lips and smiled, and slowly opened her eyes. The man was standing with his backlight, and his face could not be seen clearly, but she knew it was him who was coming.
She said hoarsely: "You are here!"
Yu Wenhao raised his robe and came in, his narrow phoenix eyes filled with coldness, "I heard that you will only be willing to confess if you meet me."
She laughed so hard that a ball of cotton wool seemed to be stuck in her throat. Even if she coughed hard, she couldn't get the cotton wool out.
"I..." She slowly stood up and tried to sit upright, but she was unable to do so. In the end, she lowered her hands in vain, "I originally thought that if we kill Yuan Qingling, we can
Starting from the beginning, why did you want to ruin my plan? Do you know how painful it was when your hidden weapon hit me?"
Her pupils dilated and turned red like blood, "I tried so hard to go back to the past, but why weren't you willing? Isn't our past worth remembering at all? Is our childhood relationship between you and me so difficult?
How can Yuan Qingling only take a year and a half to compare? I almost succeeded, think about it, how happy I am."
Yu Wenhao's tone was cold to the core, "Chu Mingcui, you can't do these things alone. Tell me who is helping you behind the scenes?"
"I can do it. If you like capable people, I have the capability." She laughed strangely.
Yu Wenhao said: "You are not such a cruel person. The Chu Mingcui I know is someone who would not even dare to trample an ant to death."
Chu Mingcui's pale face was stained with a trace of blush, "Do you still remember? I thought you had forgotten it."
Yu Wenhao sat down and stared at her, "I will keep every detail of the past in my heart."
She slowly stretched out her hand, trying to grab his hand. Yu Wenhao lowered his eyes and looked at the hand stretched out like a ghost claw. He remembered that these hands had once strangled Yuan Qingling's throat, with murderous intent.
He stood up for a moment but then lowered his voice immediately.
"Brother Hao, I know you," Chu Mingcui coughed several times, causing her face to turn red. "You hate me so much now, how can you remember our past? You pretended to be good to me and wanted to do something for Yuan Qing.
Ling will get rid of future troubles, I know, I know..."
She continued to cough, blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, her eyes were blurred, and what she saw was like a dream, "But even if it is fake, I am still very happy."
Chu Mingcui slowly raised her hand, "Can you hug me?"
"No!" Yu Wenhao said coldly.
Chu Mingcui looked at him disappointedly, then smiled again, "Okay, okay, it doesn't matter if you don't hug me, it's good to be able to look at you like this. Tell me, am I ugly now?"
Yu Wenhao looked at the blood stains on her face and said, "Yes, it's very ugly."
Chu Mingcui touched her face and murmured: "Yeah, I feel really ugly too. Tell me, I won't survive, right?"
"Yes!" Yu Wenhao said.
Chu Mingcui said: "You don't know how scared I am. Before this, I never thought about death."
She curled up, trembling slightly, and looked at him, "Can you be by my side when I die? If you are willing, I will tell you who helped me."