I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

A girl abandoned by her biological parents in a mountain village for thirty years, a girl who returns to her family only to find that her place has been taken by someone else, a girl who is deemed unqualified by her parents.

There wasn't even a trace of gloom in her inner castle.

Gu Yan stopped and stood in the center of the room, sunlight streaming in through the gaps in the curtains and falling on his shoulders.

He suddenly remembered a passage he had read in an ancient book about the spiritual realm.

The author of that book was a senior who had once entered the S-level spiritual realm, and he wrote at the end of the book.

The human mind is like a body of water; a calm surface does not mean there are no undercurrents beneath.

If a person's inner world is always filled with sunshine, there are only two possibilities.

Either she had transcended the constraints of all emotions, or she had simply buried all her pain deep within her consciousness.

So deep that even she herself couldn't touch it, so deep that even the Eyes of Emotion couldn't detect it.

The second situation is often more painful than the first.

Gu Yan's fingers clenched slightly at her sides.

Because the things that are suppressed won't disappear on their own; they will slowly accumulate in places that can't be seen.

Like a balloon that is constantly being inflated, the surface remains the same shape, but the pressure inside keeps increasing.

When the pressure finally reaches its limit, the entire garden will be uprooted.

If Fu Wanqing's mental fortress truly falls into the second category, then what she is currently enduring may be even heavier than what he, a man with only one year left to live, is bearing.

She never said it, but she wrote in her diary that she needed to practice more in order to help Brother Gu Yan.

She absorbed all her pain herself and gave all the sunshine to others.

Gu Yan put her hand, which had been reaching for the drawer, back into her pocket, turned around, and took a few steps away.

Not reading her diary is his principle, and respecting her secrets is the only thing he can do for her now.

We should at least wait until she's willing to talk, instead of secretly flipping through her files when she's not around.

Just then, the door to the room was pushed open, and light footsteps were heard on the floor.

Fu Wanqing's voice came from the doorway, carrying a reassuring crispness.

"I'm here, hehe."

Gu Yan took the soy milk, her fingers gripping the cup tightly.

His gaze fell on the milky white soy milk in the cup, but his mind was clearly elsewhere.

Fu Wanqing stood opposite him, looking at his absent-minded appearance.

She let out a soft breath, as if she had made a very important decision.

"Alright, Gu Yan, I'll tell you the truth."

Gu Yan's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she looked up at her.

Fu Wanqing sat down on the edge of the bed, placing her hands folded on her knees.

Her eyelashes drooped down, obscuring her amber eyes.

"My adoptive father used to be a serial killer."

Gu Yan almost slipped the soy milk cup from his hand, but he quickly grabbed the cup.

"What did you say?"

Fu Wanqing looked up at him, her eyes calm.

"He killed thirteen people, each of whom was a villain who deserved to die."

"My adoptive mother was his helper; she was responsible for leading those people to a secluded place."

"Then her adoptive father did it, and she watched from the side."

She said she loved watching the expressions on people's faces before they died.

As Gu Yan listened to these words, a chill ran down her spine.

Fu Wanqing's tone was too calm, as if she were telling a story that had nothing to do with her.

"The first time they killed someone was because a bully in the village was bullying our family."

"That bully beat our cow to death and smashed our windows."

"My adoptive father went to argue with him, but he was beaten up by him and his men. That's when my leg became lame."

"Then one night, that bully got drunk and was walking alone on the ridge of the field."

"His adoptive father followed from behind and strangled him with a rope."

"That was the first time he killed someone, and his hands were still shaking when he got home."

"My adoptive mother said to do it cleanly so no one would find out."

"They buried the body on the back hill, and no one has found it yet."

Gu Yan frowned and subconsciously took half a step back.

Fu Wanqing noticed his movement, but continued talking.

"Then they started moving around, and in each place they went, they would look for people who deserved to be killed."

"Local thugs who collect protection money, swindlers who cheat the elderly out of their money, and scum who bully women."

"The adoptive father would observe from the shadows for a long time to confirm that this person truly deserved to die."

"Then the foster mother struck up a conversation with him and led him to a secluded place."

"My adoptive father did it, and my adoptive mother watched from the side. She said she felt more at ease that way."

"She was afraid her adoptive father wouldn't be able to do it, so she always accompanied him."

"She said she's watched it for so many years and has never gotten tired of it."

Gu Yan found it increasingly absurd as he listened, so absurd that he didn't know where to begin questioning it.

"Those thug neighborhoods where you used to live, those bullies who disappeared."

"They killed them all."

Fu Wanqing nodded, her voice very soft.

"After each move, my adoptive father would start looking for new targets."

"He was lame and couldn't walk far, but he had a keen eye for people and never killed the wrong person."

"I can assure you, the people they killed were all people who deserved to die."

"Which of those thugs they dealt with didn't have blood on their hands?"

"They piled all those people up in the basement and processed them in batches."

"The blood you smell is from those people; two of their bodies were just released last night."

"I was planning to deal with it tonight after we left, but you walked in on it."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yan suddenly recalled the middle-aged woman from the diary.

The woman stood at the door with her hands on her hips, saying things like "help each other out."

But their eyes were fixed on the newly renovated floors and curtains in their home.

If he really is that kind of person, then he deserves to die, and he can't refute that.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fu Wanqing thought he didn't believe her, so she added another sentence.

"I found out when I was twelve years old. That night, I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom."

"I saw my adoptive father dragging a large bag towards the basement; the bag was dripping water."

"He was talking to his adoptive mother in the kitchen, thinking I was asleep and didn't hear him."

"The next day I went through a month's worth of newspapers and found a report about that person."

"That was a beast who drove three female students to their deaths and has been at large for many years."

"I knew what they were doing from that day on."

Gu Yan took a sip of soy milk, forcing herself to calm down.

If what Fu Wanqing said is true, her adoptive parents were vigilantes who specialized in killing bad guys.

The basement was where corpses were stored, and she was a twelve-year-old bystander who knew about it.

In that story, Fu Wanqing is perfectly innocent; she is simply a daughter who knew the truth but didn't report it.

But are children raised by adoptive parents really without any problems?

A twelve-year-old girl discovered that her parents were serial killers, and her reaction was to look through the newspaper to confirm it.

Then continue living with them and continue calling them Dad and Mom.

He ate his adoptive mother's cooking with a smile every day and never called the police.

Is this normal? Would a normal twelve-year-old girl do this?