At that time, Yan Zhihai had just finished a phone call with the little girl's parents. After hanging up, the way the little girl's eyes gradually lost their luster made Yan Zhihai exceptionally excited.
Afterwards, it's when Wen Xishu and I arrived and killed Yan Zhihai.
"Is it that child...?" Tang Rui was in disbelief.
It's unimaginable that the cycle of creating bizarre tales she suffered through was related to that child.
Wen Xishu said:
"These are all my guesses, I don't have any evidence. But I thought about it, and maybe it's that child."
"That child must have also been bullied and tormented by Yan Zhihai, perhaps even... suffered more than you did."
Tang Rui didn't argue.
She had always lived in darkness, so she had an unusual resistance to it, and even... in her miserable life, Yan Zhihai was not the most hateful.
Her parents were.
