When she saw clearly what she was drawing, Jiang Wei's eyes showed a trace of monstrous horror.

He staggered back a few steps, staring at the painting Jiang Nuan had drawn, his face pale.

Nope-

Strictly speaking, it's not a complete picture.

Nothing but a maternity silhouette, and an umbilical cord.

But Jiang Wei knew what Jiang Nuan would draw next.

At one end of the umbilical cord is a baby who is covered in frozen bruises and can't cry, and at the other end, it is connected to the mother who is wrapped in blood.

She was dead, her unfocused eyes glued to the baby's body, and her expression was frozen in the moment of most desperate resentment before she died.

The mother and son were lying on the cold snow, covered in blood.

Jiang Wei's tall body trembled violently.

Jiang Nuan picked up the pen from the ground and painted the umbilical cord with bright red blood, and the voice echoed in the cold space, making people feel chills down their spines.

"Over the years, have you and Jiang Qianxue dreamed of this poor mother and son? A murderer, a harborer, actually talked to me about shame, heh-"

"It's a joke when that military-uniform is worn on you!"

"You don't deserve it at all."

The soft voice sounded in Jiang Wei's ears, as if it was Ling Chi's soul.

His expression was both frightened, guilty, and a hint of deathly decadence.

Jiang Wei will never forget that scene.

That was the sin that Jiang Qianxue owed when she was ten years old.

She accidentally bumped into a pregnant woman on the side of the road, the pregnant woman was bleeding profusely and shouted for help, but Jiang Qianxue was too scared to call an ambulance, turned around and fled.

When he got the news and rushed back, the pregnant woman was already dead.

Later, under Jiang Qianxue's bitter pleading, she chose to completely bury this crime with a clear conscience.

Until today, it was re-mentioned by Jiang Nuan.

"You-"

"How can I know about the filth between your brothers and sisters?" Jiang Nuan looked at him with a cold gaze, with a hint of chill that cut people's hearts, "How do you think "death and life" came from?" You should thank me, or you'll have to take your life on your back. ”

Jiang Wei's expression froze.

When Jiang Nuan said the meaning of "death and life", his attention was all focused on Jiang Qianxue.

Even if something flashed by, he didn't have the energy to think about it.

Yes.

In that accident, the pregnant woman died of hemorrhage because she was not rescued in time, but the baby miraculously survived.

Was it Jiang Nuan who saved the baby?

So—

"Dead and alive", is it really painted by Jiang Nuan?

A certain belief that has been insisted on all along, there is a slight rupture at this moment.

Jiang Wei's face was almost as pale as a dead man lying in a morgue.

Jiang Nuan stared at him and smiled, his voice was very soft, so cold that people's souls trembled, "Jiang Wei, if you are really a man, and you still have a trace of blood and conscience, you know how to atone for your sins." ”

Jiang Wei stared at Jiang Nuan deadly, as if he wanted to poke a few blood holes in her face.

It took a long time for him to turn around and walk out with heavy steps.

The slumped back was in stark contrast to the vigor with which he came.