Back at the mansion.

“You’re insane!” were Dr. Tingting’s first words as she stepped out of the car.
Stunned by the sprawling estate, she added: “I didn’t bring anything. How am I supposed to treat her?”

The maid, resigned, shook her head.
The wolf lifted me from the back seat, heading toward the villa.

Both women were baffled by his actions.

The maid gasped, pulling out her phone: “Doctor, call the hospital, have them prepare what you need. I’ll send someone to fetch it.”

Dr. Tingting, encountering such a situation for the first time in her career, clicked her tongue, shot the wolf a disdainful look, and dialed her colleague.

Halfway to the mansion, I saw it looming closer, its oppressive presence vivid in my memory.
Miraculously, I snapped awake, turning to see the wolf holding me!

“Let me go! Put me down! Let me go!” I shouted, slapping his face!

His expression darkened, pausing to look at me.

Regret hit instantly—fear surged, suffocating me.
Gasping, tears slid from my eyes: “Let me leave, please! I’m begging you!”

Unmoved, he continued toward the mansion.

He killed Grandma, hurt me—why not kill me too?
I’d join her rather than play house with him!

Resolve hardened—I wanted to kill him!
Did this scum deserve to be my family?
I’d kill him!

But then, I thought of school.
Could I still go if I killed him?

Could I even kill him?

Torn by conflict—grief, rage, longing, powerlessness—my heart twisted, emotions flooding my brain.
A strange smile curled my lips as I grabbed his neck, lunging to bite!

He reacted swiftly, tossing me off.
My feet left the ground, and with a thud, my back hit the floor.

Painless, my smile grew wilder: “Hehehe… hahahahaha, ahahahahaha…”

My laughter echoed, unrestrained, manic!
The women flinched, rushing over.
The maid shouted: “Zhixia!”

“Ahahahahaha!”

Mouth wide, I laughed skyward, unstoppable, yanking my hair in a frenzy…

“No money left! Hahahaha, don’t hit me, hahahahaha, come hit me… hahahaha!”

I tore out some hair, tossing it skyward.
It was just hair, but it meant financial freedom!

My thoughts tangled, but one thing was clear: more hair for him meant money, and he’d let me go.

I’m so clever!

“Hahahahaha…” I grabbed my glossy black hair again: “Catch it! Catch it! I’m a rich beggar, hair is money, all money, grab it, hahahahaha!”

Fully unhinged, my smile eerie and sinister, the wolf finally saw the gravity, his face shifting.
He crouched, pinning my hands.
I arched my back, snapping at his neck like a rabid dog!

He dodged easily.

“I’m such a failure, hahahahaha! I’ll kill you! You torment me! Cough… kill you… cough cough… why no blood, hahahaha!”

My eyes felt swollen, bloodshot.
My enemy was right here, and I had to face Grandma’s death by his hand.
Her death stole my chance to honor her and forced me through five years of suffering!

Furious, I kicked wildly, gleeful: “Spit blood! I want heart failure! I’ll jump off a building! Dead, no one can hurt me, hahahahaha!”

His brow twitched: “Who dares!”

“Kill you, kill you! Hahahaha, I’ll kick you to death!”

“Die, die, die, die, die, die!”

He stood like an unshakable mountain, and I felt utterly powerless.

“Urgh… cough cough… choking again, I’ve got more hair! Take it, take it all, hahaha, let me go, hahahahaha!”

My eyes bulged, aching, chest heaving, brain starved of oxygen.
My limbs twisted unnaturally, body convulsing, eyes rolling back, as if I’d die from excitement.

“Hahaha, I’m so happy…” My voice faded, hoarse, throat burning.

“Zhixia… calm down, relax. I’ll take you to play basketball, to the grasslands,” the maid said helplessly, turning to Dr. Tingting for hope.

“Haha, Sister, kill him to protect me! Kill me! Kill him! Hahahahaha…”

My laughter was terrifying, chilling enough to horrify.

The maid, perhaps scared, cried rivers, shouting: “Zhixia! Let’s go to the food street, eat fried chicken legs!”

Dr. Tingting flashed panic.
This useless wolf was no help.
Desperate, she yelled at the maid: “Sedatives! Do you have sedatives?”

“Yes! I’ll get them!”

The maid ran a few steps.
My eyes emptied, laughter stopped, and I went eerily quiet, breathing through a slit in my mouth.

All sound vanished because of me.
Dr. Tingting crouched beside me, smiling: “Zhixia, it’s Tingting. Look at this sky, so clear. See the clouds? Any birds?”

“No birds? That’s okay—you’re a bird. Spread your wings, soar freely. Your eyes see only sky. Fly on, over green mountains, across vast oceans. No one can stop you; they can’t keep up.”

The maid paused, glanced back, then ran for the sedatives.

I didn’t respond.
Dr. Tingting’s eyes chilled: “Mr. Ye, if you want her well, take her back to the hospital. No visits without my permission.”

The wolf nodded silently.

…

I sat in a pure white place, hugging my knees, head buried.

Judging by the terrain, it was a hillside.

At first, my eyes saw only endless daylight.
Then, at the far edge, a woman in a black skirt appeared.

Too far to see her face.

She stepped forward, her heels clicking crisply.
Dark branches spread across the ground, then flower buds bloomed, black roses carpeting the hillside.

Each petal held morning dew, like gems on emerald leaves, shimmering at their tips.

I plucked one.
Crystal dew beads linked like a delicate pearl chain, falling silently, vanishing without a trace.

“So beautiful…” I murmured.

The woman’s long, graceful legs made me swallow hard.
Each step crushed swaths of black roses, paining me to watch.

She didn’t care, her figure elegant, noble, a queen.
The roses were her subjects, sacrificing themselves to keep her soles pristine, crushed willingly underfoot.

Behind her trailed endless darkness.

I swallowed again—what a commanding woman!

Suddenly, she stopped.

As I wondered, she shed her regal air, waving from afar, cooing: “Baby~”

…

My eyes sharpened, keen as a blade, exuding charm and elegance with a hint of menace.

I glanced around—the wolf’s face was close, his blood-stained hands gripping mine, causing pain.

His face nauseated me, stirring fear and disgust, his wicked grin unrestrained.

Dr. Tingting’s panic vanished quickly.
She said: “Zhixia?”

With an intrusive psychologist there, I feared being seen through, so I restrained my wild smile: “It hurts!”