The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Even in her past life memories, Wen Yisheng didn't know that Wen Zhi had ever built such a huge secret room.

So when the blindfold was removed, she was completely unprepared.

What she was seeing was too terrifying for her.

The blindingly white light illuminated a row of glass containers filled with various corpse specimens, giving off an eerie and chilling aura.

Wen Yisheng's breathing was so light it seemed like she was about to break, and she looked up in another direction.

What does "alive" mean?

She stared blankly at that spot, her dark pupils tightening and contracting.

That is……

Wen Zhi wrapped his arm around her waist, lowered his eyes, and looked at her tenderly: "They're all still alive, I wasn't lying to you, was I?"

Yes.

There were no bloody or cruel scenes to be seen.

However, the malice, morbidity, and oppressive atmosphere reflected everywhere are striking.

It was a white panel wall.

However, the whiteboard was covered with words and markings written in black and red ink.

Wen Yisheng's eyes trembled slightly as her gaze swept over the four photos pasted on the glass, showing her walking side by side with different men.

She recognized all the men in the photo: Qi Lin, Zhong Xu, Ji Chen, and Wen Yihan.

Underneath the four photos, mind maps were drawn in black pen, meticulously recording each person's family background, daily comings and goings, interpersonal relationships, and other survey data.

In Qi Lin's photo, his face is not clearly visible...

Because only his photo had a big red cross marked on it.

What's even more uncanny and chilling is that he had been in a car accident just six hours earlier.

The purpose of this whiteboard wall is quite obvious. It's like a serial killer in a suspenseful crime movie who observes his prey in the shadows before meticulously outlining his murder plan.

...Alive, yes, everyone is still alive.

Wen Yisheng stared intently at Qi Lin's photo marked with a red cross, then glanced at the animal carcass specimen in the container. Her eyes felt as if they were being burned. So Wen Zhi really wanted to run him over? Wen Yisheng felt a little breathless. What if any of the four of them got into trouble because of her?

That's just... so unfair, so innocent.

Whether Wen Zhi was deliberately threatening or frightening her, or genuinely harboring murderous intent, he had succeeded; she truly felt an almost suffocating fear.

Wen Yisheng's fingers, which were gripping his clothes, slipped weakly.

He held her, and she was too weak to struggle. She lowered her head, her forehead pressed against his chest.

"Could you... not do this?" Her voice was very soft and low, as if it would dissipate with a gust of wind.

Wen Zhi raised his hand and gently touched the strands of hair beside her cheek: "What's wrong with me?"

His voice was lazy and slow.

A hint of coolness emanated from her voice: "You just never learn, you know? Why do you always find new ways to annoy me?"

"How can I make you remember me on your own? You're etched with the name Wen Zhi inside and out, and you always make me angry. Do I have to tie a rope around your neck to be satisfied?"

"..."

A gentle madman.

As he spoke, he ran his fingers through her hair, his palm resting on the slender, white nape of her neck.

Wen Yisheng shivered. A new kind of unease suddenly arose in her heart.

he……

The tone of voice and the meaning behind the words seemed to have shifted in a subtle way.

If before, Wen Zhi, who had lost his memory, was domineering and wanted to win her back, even though he knew that the two had been entangled before, he was still determined to win her back because he had forgotten some memories.

However, tonight, Wen Zhi seemed to treat her with an air of entitlement, both in his words and actions.

Like, did I remember her?

A chill ran down her spine as he gripped the back of her neck, and she closed her eyes. "Stop this. If you're going to go crazy, come at me. I have nothing to do with them."

Wen Zhi's lips curved into a slight smile: "Is that so? You didn't say that before."

"Qi Lin is your official boyfriend, but the other three are entangled with you."

He laughed, a laugh tinged with ambiguity and sarcasm. "Then what am I? Not even good enough to be a mistress, huh?"

Wen Zhi's expression changed as soon as he finished speaking, and the fake smile in his eyes disappeared completely.

His words were cold: "How dare you?"

"Heartless wretch."

"Even if I die, you won't be moved in the slightest."

"..."

Wen Yisheng knew it was almost certain; he remembered her.

He almost lost his life trying to save her and protect her on the deserted island, but she took advantage of his amnesia and ran away carefree and happy.

He must be furious.

How will they torture her again?

Answer me.

Seeing her burying her head and pretending to be dead, Wen Zhi's eyes filled with a dark resentment. He pinched her cheek and lifted her face, saying, "Even if I died, you wouldn't be sad or care?"

Wen Yisheng was forced to look up and meet his eyes.

Those eyes had jet-black eyelashes, light-colored pupils, and perfectly curved eyelids; their outlines were as gentle and beautiful as if they came from a comic book.

Wen Zhi, die?

Will she be sad...? She doesn't know.

There's probably some truth to it. The two lifetimes of love have created a tangled sense of destiny, and in the midst of this chaotic intertwining, Wen Yisheng can no longer distinguish between hate and love.

"I..." Wen Yisheng opened her mouth.

But the words had barely left his mouth.

Wen Zhi suddenly hugged her tightly, arching his back, tilting his head slightly, burying his nose in her face, their warm and clean breaths melting into each other's skin.

His eyes were filled with melancholy as he nuzzled her cheek.

He said in a low voice, "You'd better shut up. I don't really want to hear it."

"..."

No matter what she answered, he felt uncomfortable.

This self-destructive behavior stems from his sensitive and suspicious nature.

Wen Yisheng felt a sharp pain from his embrace, but she frowned and remained silent.

Then she heard Wen Zhi's low, hoarse voice: "Answering that you don't care will only make my heart ache, and answering that you do care will definitely be a lie to deceive me. You don't love me, you don't love me at all."

"You always say I'm a pervert, but you're just an ungrateful little devil who can't be warmed up. Even if I risk my life, you won't love me a single bit more."

As he spoke these words, his soft lips brushed against her ear.

Wen Yisheng heard it clearly.

He repeated "I don't love you" several times in a row, each word uttered through gritted teeth, his hoarse voice seemingly revealing a hint of grievance, a restrained accusation.

Wen Yisheng was speechless for a moment.

He didn't torment her? And she's still muttering to herself, feeling wronged.

She couldn't respond to those words; he had already told her to shut up, and he wouldn't believe any answer she gave.