chapter 10

A psychiatric hospital.

Jiang Xiaoxiao sat in a wheelchair, giggling dazedly, knocking over her bowl of watery porridge and covering herself in it.

Jiang Zhiheng lay sprawled on the floor, a stench lingering around him.

Mr. and Mrs. Jiang crouched in a corner with their heads in their hands, their expressions like those of three-year-old children.

I drifted by the windowsill, enjoying the scene.

The System was silent for a long time, then said: [For these three years, their remorse value has stayed at 100%.]

[This is a miracle. In the past, after the female lead died, their remorse value would gradually drop.]

I sneered.

“This is the truth.”

No one carries guilt for their whole life.

But people do carry fear for their whole life.

Those so-called ‘May you rule ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers, and enjoy boundless loneliness’ blessings—those hopes of avenging the people who hurt you by dying—are childish and ridiculous.

Like a child refusing to eat, hoping their parents will give in.

But you’re not a child. And they don’t deserve to be parents.

This is a discipline imposed on those in a weaker position.

So when someone hurts you, you aim your fists, your knife, your cannon straight at their heart.

Not turned against yourself.

[Your task has been completed perfectly. Do you want a reward?]

I frowned slightly, looked out the window at the bright sunshine and the children running on the grass, and smiled.

“Give me a healthy body. I want to feel what it’s like to be alive.”

If the original body hadn’t been in the final stage of cancer, barely able to survive half a month, I’d never have chosen suicide.

Living is the best thing.

Go see the mist and rain of Pingcheng, the rivers of the passing years.

Foolish girl, your life was never worth spending on revenge.

You should live well, and let your own life bloom.