Chapter 412 : The Ending: You Don't Pretend Me (2)
Huangfu Ming looked at the man in front of him coldly, it was him who made her have a family like every other family, and having relatives was like having no relatives. Why did he have the face to come here?
Everyone in the interrogation room has come out, leaving only You'er and Qin Zhiyuan.
The pale light made the entire slightly cold interrogation room even paler. The right man was sitting on a chair with no intention of getting up. He looked at the man in front of him coldly. It has been fifteen years and he is still like this. He has not changed at all.
!No, it seems like there are a few more wrinkles on my forehead.
"Your son——"
Qin Zhiyuan looked at the girl in front of him. She had been alone for fifteen years. As a father, he was really unqualified.
"What are you here for? To see if I'm dead? I'm disappointed! I've always been alive and well."
His words were full of sarcasm, and Youer showed no mercy at all. Such a person should have such an end, huh! What is he doing here this time? Watching her being judged?
"It's been fifteen years and you still hate me so much?"
Qin Zhiyuan's bitter smile became even bitterer. For fifteen years, he had been living with guilt because he had failed their mother and daughter.
"Hate? What a joke, Qin Zhiyuan, you think too highly of yourself. How powerful do you think you are to make me hate you for so long? Let me tell you, I don't even bother to hate you because - you are not worthy of me at all.
Spend your energy hating.”
You'er stood up, a sense of revenge growing in her heart. Seeing him like this, she was really happy.
"Did you kill this person?"
Qin Zhiyuan asked in a trembling voice, looking at the girl in front of him with the same stubborn eyes as before. The little girl who screamed and hated him has now grown up.
You'er's words dug a bloody hole in his heart, blood kept pouring out, and that beautiful figure appeared in his mind again.
"So what if it is? So what if it's not? Besides, it's still unknown whether that person is dead or not. I'm not a murderer yet. Don't look at me like that. The real murderer is you. I can't figure out why.
It’s really eye-opening for me to be able to live carefree for so many years despite bad things!”
Sharp words, disdainful eyes, every word of You'er's words, absolutely no room left, this person, damn it, just why, seeing him standing in front of her so humbly, no longer as arrogant as before, she suddenly
I felt a wave of sadness welling up in my heart.
"I see."
Qin Zhiyuan took a deep look at You'er, his eyes filled with deep sorrow and despair.
He knew that she still hated him, and that was enough. He was not afraid of her hating him. What he was most afraid of was that she didn't even bother to hate.
"Qin Zhiyuan, why do you still show up, why don't you die!"
You'er looked at the stumbling figure leaving and could no longer hold back his emotions. He picked up a teacup on the table and threw it towards the figure.
The cup hit the man's head firmly, and then fell to the ground with a "pop" sound. The bright red blood dyed the snow-white porcelain cup red.