Zeng Deming lowered his head.
Even after death, the old man remained trapped in this desolate graveyard, never knowing a day of peace.
Lu Mi said, "Since you're already dead, are you really afraid of being killed by the girl again?"
Zeng Deming pondered in silence.
An icy hand cupped his face.
The moment he met the Red-Haired Girl's black eyes, Zeng Deming instinctively lowered his head.
But Lu Mi's words still echoed in his ears.
That's right. I've already died once. What am I still afraid of?
"I understand..." Zeng Deming said, raising his head to look at the Red-Haired Girl.
Cheng Cheng exchanged a glance with Lu Mi, and they let him go.
Zeng Deming struggled to straighten his long-dead body and chose his words carefully.
"I'm sorry."
"You must have been terrified back then."
"I was too cowardly, too selfish. I gave up resisting altogether."
"Go ahead and hate me... I deserve it. If I could do it again, I would definitely at least try..."
He glanced at Cheng Cheng. "To beat... the hell out of that man..."
Cheng Cheng smiled in approval, but Zeng Deming was fumbling for something in his pocket. "But there's no second chance. Your life ended forever when you were so young."
"I survived, only to torment myself day and night, becoming cold and heartless. I hated the kidnapper. I even hated your existence, hated everyone who had never been through something like this, who didn't have to suffer the torment of regret."
"But only now did I realize... all I was afraid of was facing my own sins."
At last, he took the object out of his pocket and placed it in the Red-Haired Girl's hand.
"I'm sorry."
It was an old fountain pen.
"Back then, I used this pen to