It wasn't until night that Jiang Xinyue came out of the alcove.
Jiang Zhihao has already lit a fire and heated up the food.
Seeing her coming out, he said, "Come and eat."
Jiang Xinyue walked over and sat next to her. Jiang Zhihao picked up the chopsticks out of habit and prepared to feed her, but Jiang Xinyue reached out to block her and said, "I'm not hungry, you can eat it yourself."
Jiang Zhihao said oh, didn't say anything more, and started to eat happily.
Jiang Xinyue picked up the firewood and threw it into the fire, causing a series of sparks to burst out.
She suddenly asked: "What would you do if I killed your whole family after leaving here?"
Jiang Zhihao stopped eating. He turned to look at Jiang Xinyue, his face gradually turned cold, and said, "I will fight you until death."
Jiang Xinyue also looked at him, suddenly laughed, and said, "I'm kidding you, I'm not really a murderer. I have no grievances against your wife and children, so how could I kill them?"
Although he said this, Jiang Zhihao did not relax his vigilance at all.
He always felt that Jiang Xinyue was a little different from before, but he couldn't tell what was different.
If Jiang Xinyue wants to kill people, it is normal, but if she likes to make such jokes, Jiang Zhihao would find it abnormal.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Jiang Zhihao asked with a frown.
Jiang Xinyue said: "I don't want to do anything."
She looked up at the sky and said: "Actually, I just want to say that although we have abused each other for nearly two months, for me, this is the most important thing in recent years.
It’s been a peaceful day. There’s no killing, no blood. Even if you hit me with a tree vine, it’s actually just like tickling me.”
Jiang Zhihao said nothing and listened quietly to her continued talk.
Jiang Xinyue didn't seem to be planning to wait for his answer, and continued: "Although you like to talk about big things, I have to say that you are still very accurate about me. I really don't want my father to know that I am a killer.
.Because even I sometimes wonder, am I really that terrifying judge?"
Jiang Zhihao was stunned when he heard this. Is Jiang Xinyue doubting herself?
A killer who can be called a judge, a killer ranked fifth in a ruthless organization with many masters, actually said at this moment that she doubted whether she was that person?
"Maybe because I have killed so many people, sometimes when I think back, I even forget why I killed them." Jiang Xinyue looked above, as if she could see the moon above through the thick layer of miasma: "I
The only thing I know is that they must die, but why must they die? Like you said, maybe my mother's family is a heinous and evil person, but why must they die? Why can't they be given a chance to change?"
"Maybe I gave them a chance, but they didn't ask for it," Jiang Zhihao said.
"Maybe." Jiang Xinyue didn't refute. She lowered her head, picked up the wooden stick, and slid it unconsciously on the ground, saying, "But what about me? Do I have a chance to become my old self again?"
"You..." Jiang Zhihao subconsciously wanted to say yes, but he couldn't say it.
Because his long-term experience and social experience told him that this possibility was extremely low.
Jiang Xinyue has been tightly entwined with her identity as a judge, and the possibility of her breaking away from this identity is terrifying unless she dies.
Only death can completely separate a person from the past.
But is Jiang Xinyue willing to die?
If she had wanted to, she wouldn't have persisted until now.