Faced with Wu Heng's question.
The kitchen fell deathly silent, with only Kyle's heavy, desperate breathing rasping like a broken bellows.
The crushed handgun melted into a puddle of liquid under Dean's somewhat regretful gaze. Kyle's plan for revenge had been completely cut off, and even his right to seek death seemed to have been stripped away.
Kyle collapsed limply to the floor, both hands buried deep in his hair. His shoulders heaved violently as he let out a whimper suppressed to the extreme, like an injured stray dog.
"Why?"
"Why won't you let me die? Don't I even have the right to die?!" He abruptly raised his head, his face smeared with tears and snot, his bloodshot eyes and shattered expression fixed on Wu Heng. His voice was filled with utter collapse and incomprehension.
Wu Heng took two steps forward and looked down at him. His gaze remained calm and undisturbed. To be honest, this heart-wrenching scene before him was merely a boring drama to him.
Tears were the cheapest thing of all.
Wu Heng slowly spoke, his voice reaching everyone's ears clearly. "You think you're suffering. You think you've endured too much, so you've lost the courage to keep living and intend to end it all?"
Those words were like an icy needle, piercing Kyle's despair.
He stared blankly at Wu Heng.
"How foolish. Cowardly and ignorant. Let me tell you," Wu Heng said, his gaze sweeping over Kyle before seemingly casually passing over the equally tense Sam and Dean, "in this room, at this very moment, there is someone who has endured pain longer, deeper, and more desperate than you."
"Compared to her, everything you've experienced may not even be worth mentioning."
Everyone was stunned by those words.
Sam and Dean exchanged looks, their eyes filled with