Looking at the old man with an increasingly crazy expression in front of him, Su Yunqing tried to struggle on the cross.
His limbs were tightly bound to the cross, leaving no room for him to break free.
"Su Zhenfang! If you harm your grandson and granddaughter like this, aren't you afraid of being punished by God?!"
"I'm telling you! If you continue like this, you will never die well in your life!"
"Isn't it a good death?"
Su Zhenfang seemed to want to destroy the last line of defense in Su Yunqing's heart.
He laughed sinisterly.
"Leave aside Su Ziheng and Su Zikai for now, Su Yunqing, the person least qualified to say this is you!"
"Eh……"
Su Yunqing was suddenly stunned when she heard Su Zhenfang's words.
"I'm not qualified to say this...what do you mean..."
"What's the meaning?"
Su Zhenfang looked at the masked people behind him.
Laughed again.
"Because you, Su Yunqing, are not from my Su family from the beginning to the end!"
"You are just an orphan I picked up in the capital! If it hadn't been for the black wooden box that I carried with me when I was a baby, how could I have picked you up and brought you home."
"I will raise you up in the name of our Su family!"
"I'm not……"
Su Yunqing, who was bound to the cross, opened her eyes slightly.
"No...no way...you're lying!"
"You must be saying these things deliberately to make your conscience feel better!"
"Why did I say these words on purpose?!"
"Since you all know that the reason why Su Zikai and the others are like that is all my fault."
"Do you think it's necessary for me to lie to you now?"
The belated fact made Su Yunqing completely fall into a state of sluggishness.
"Then everything I did...for the Su family."
Su Zhenfang nodded lightly.
"That's just your own wishful thinking. You think you are a member of the Su family, so you desperately want to leave the image of a good daughter and granddaughter in our hearts."
"My mother and the others... also know about this?"
Su Zhenfan sneered.
"Of course, she was the one who picked you up from the roadside in order to cover up the fact that she gave birth to a dead baby."
"It's so pitiful, Su Yunqing. To be honest, I feel sad for you."
"Striving hard in a family that doesn't belong to you in the first place, desperately trying to get the recognition of others."
"But everyone knows that in the eyes of everyone in our Su family, you are just a clown trying to please others."
"Your fate was decided the moment I picked you up!"
"You... are just a tool! You never have the right to become a human being!"
Su Zhenfang turned around and picked up a small knife from the table behind him.
This knife had a deep blood groove specially cut out. It was obvious that it was a torture instrument specially made to extract the blood of the murdered.
After knowing all the truth, Su Yunqing suddenly felt that everything in front of her had lost its original meaning.
I always feel like...even if I really die, it won't matter.
No one really cares about themselves anyway.
Even his own mother has always regarded him as an unknown burden!
She even finally figured out why, even though she was so much better than Su Zikai after so many years, she was still not satisfied.
You still have to make things difficult for yourself!
Now she understands.
Because I am not the child she gave birth to at all!
Watching other people's children become better and better, even beginning to surpass my own children.
As a mother, it may feel a little humiliating at first.
But later on, the emotions I held became anger and anxiety.
Liu Meilan wanted to destroy Su Yunqing. She didn't want to believe that Su Yunqing could really be such a perfect person.
Perhaps, when I was a little more willful before, if I could be like Su Zikai, a little more dandy.
Maybe Liu Meilan wouldn't treat herself like that...
A wry smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
But who can imagine such a thing?
The home I have lived in for decades is actually not my real home. I have been calling my parents since I was sensible.
In fact, they are just other people's parents.
She is nothing, she has been just an empty body from the beginning.
No emotion, no soul, no meaning of existence.
The only reason for its existence is that his grandfather needs his own life to unlock the secrets of those boxes for him.
Su Zhenfang gently slid the knife into Su Yunqing's jade-white arm.
A hideous wound suddenly appeared on her forearm.
The blood is pouring!
Upon seeing this, Su Zhenfang and Zhang Tianshi quickly placed the black wooden box in their hands under Su Yunqing's forearm to receive the blood that fell from her.
Blood slowly sprayed on the black wooden box.
The dark wood was soaked with blood and had even begun to gradually change its original color.
But there was still no response from the eight black wooden boxes.
Su Zhenfang frowned slightly.
Could it be that the blood volume of the living sacrifice is not enough?!
So he turned to Zhang Tianshi and nodded.
Zhang Tianshi nodded, took the knife and made another large cut on Su Yunqing's other arm.
Su Yunqing, who had lost blood from both ends, quickly turned pale.
If this continues, she will soon die here due to excessive blood loss.
But these are no longer important to Su Yunqing.
The physical pain was incomparable to the pain she was feeling in her heart at this moment.
She even began to hope that the blood rushing in her body would drain away quickly, so that she would not have to think about anything.
She no longer has to bear the blow that the facts have brought to her.
She gently raised her head and looked up at the sky.
Ah...my life is really meaningless at all.
There is no one I love deeply, and there is no one who loves me.
He has just existed in this world in a muddle-headed manner for more than twenty years.
In fact, it did not bring any changes to anyone...
She deceived herself so much that she wanted to forget the impact that person had on her.
She wanted to tell herself that he didn't love her.
Like the old man with a crazy smile in front of him, he was only so gentle to himself because of the power in the black wooden box...
but.
"Qingqing!"
He had called himself so tenderly more than once.
The tenderness in those eyes seemed to be overflowing like water.
His embrace was so warm that it seemed like he could melt her into it.
Whether it's when he kisses himself or when he calls his name.
In fact, he was just sitting on the sofa reading a book quietly, and then looked up at the smile on his face.
