Yu Wenhao interrogated Chu Mingcui.

Chu Mingcui couldn't come to the hall. She was too seriously injured and could not sit up.

So, Yu Wenhao went to the prison in person.

In the prison, it was still dark and damp. The faint light shone on Chu Mingcui's pale face. She was half lying on the straw, squinting her eyes, and seeing a dark red robe raising her eyes, as if she saw her blood splashing out that day.

Her lips curled up and she smiled, her eyes slowly opened. The man stood in the backlight, unable to see his face, but she knew it was him.

She said hoarsely: "You are here!"

Yuwen Hao came in with a robe, and his narrow phoenix eyes contained a cold feeling, "I heard that you are willing to confess if you see me."

She smiled, laughing hard, and a ball of cotton wool seemed to be blocked in her throat. She coughed hard, but she couldn't cough out the cotton wool.

"I..." She slowly supported herself up and tried to sit upright, but she was really powerless, and finally she lowered her hands in vain. "I thought that if I killed Yuan Qingling, we could start from scratch. Why did you destroy my plan? Do you know how painful it is for me to hit my hidden weapon?"

Her pupils dilated, and she turned red like blood. "I tried so hard to go back to the past, but why don't you want to? Is our past not worthy of your miss at all? How could our childhood relationship be compared to Yuan Qingling in just one or two years? I almost succeeded a little bit, how happy you think."

Yu Wenhao's tone was cold and bone-bone, "Chu Mingcui, you can't do these things alone. Tell me, who is helping you behind your back?"

"I can do it. You like people with abilities, so I have this ability." She smiled strangely.

Yuwenhao said: "You are not such a vicious person. The Chu Mingcui I know is someone who is reluctant to step on to death even an ant."

Chu Mingcui's pale face was flushed, "Do you still remember? I thought you had forgotten it."

Yu Wenhao sat down and stared at her, "I will remember everything in the past."

Her hand slowly stretched out, trying to grab his hand. Yu Wenhao lowered his eyes and looked at the hand stretching out like a ghost claw. He remembered that these hands had strangled Yuan Qingling's throat, and his murderous intent suddenly arose but then he immediately lowered it.

"Brother Hao, I know you," Chu Mingcui coughed a few times, his face flushed with coughing, "You hate me now, how can you remember our past? You pretend to be kind to me and want to get rid of the future troubles for Yuan Qingling. I know, I know everything..."

She continued to cough, blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, her eyes were blurred, and what she saw was like a dream, "But even if it was fake, I was very happy."

Chu Mingcui slowly raised her hand, "Can you hug me?"

"No!" Yu Wenhao said coldly.

Chu Mingcui looked at him disappointedly, then smiled again, "Okay, okay, it's better if you don't hug me, it's great to see you like this. Tell me, am I ugly now?"

Yuwenhao looked at the bloodstains on her face and said, "Yes, it's ugly."

Chu Mingcui touched her face and murmured: "Yes, I think it's so ugly, tell me, I can't live anymore, right?"

"Yes!" Yu Wenhao said.

Chu Mingcui said: "You don't know how scared I am. Before this, I never thought about death."

She curled her body, shivered slightly, and looked at him, "Can you be by my side when I die? If you want, I will tell you who helped me."
Chapter completed!