TSFLIP Chapter 360

Wen Qiong’s parents were always busy. On his fifth birthday, his mother gave him a little white kitten.

The kitten was adorable—its fur was pure white without a single flaw. Its eyes were a deep emerald green, like a lush, thriving forest. Its soft, delicate meows made it even more endearing. The kitten’s favorite thing to do was curl up on Wen Qiong’s lap while he read.

Wen Qiong adored it.

So later, he buried it in the ground with his own hands.

“Xiao Qiong… why did you kill Xiao Bai?”

Five-year-old Wen Qiong looked up at his beautiful mother. His innocent little face was smudged with dirt, and his clothes were stained as well—he looked just like any mischievous child.

The delicate-faced boy smiled and said, “Because Xiao Bai was too good. It didn’t belong in this world.”

“What… did you say?”

“Mom, this world isn’t worthy of it.”

“Then… does Xiao Qiong think Mommy is good?”

Without hesitation, the boy answered, “Yes.”

The beautiful woman trembled.

From that day on, Wen Qiong’s mother never dared to give him anything living again. And every time she wanted to hold her child, she would freeze when she saw his outstretched hands—because in that moment, she saw those hands wrapped around her throat instead. Eventually, she stopped getting close to him altogether.

Little Wen Qiong didn’t understand why his mother had suddenly become so distant. But if she wanted to keep her distance, so be it. Whether she was there or not, it didn’t make a difference to him.

When Wen Qiong was seven, his father brought someone home—a tall, slender man. That man talked with him, read with him, and even painted with him. Wen Qiong liked talking to him because he never treated him like a naive little child.

On his parents’ wedding anniversary, the house was filled with roses. The man patted his head and said, “Xiao Qiong, don’t you like drawing? How about designing a wedding dress? One day, your bride can wear it, just like your parents.”

“What’s a bride?”

“A bride is someone who will always stay by your side. You will love her, and she will love you too.”

“And what is love?”

“Love… is when you look at her and want to touch her. And when you touch her, you want to keep her by your side forever. Simply put, it has to be her—and no one else.”

At the time, Wen Qiong only half-understood. But later, when he was bored, he remembered the man’s words and drew his first wedding dress.

The young Wen Qiong didn’t know if there would ever be a her in his life—someone he couldn’t live without. But for some reason, the thought stirred something in him.

A bride was supposed to stay with him forever.

But soon, he ran into a problem. If he loved someone too much… he might not be able to resist the urge to kill her.

After all, this world was far from perfect.

Later, Wen Qiong learned that the man had another title—psychologist.

He didn’t understand what that meant yet, but he knew what a doctor was. And doctors locked people away in white hospital rooms. They forced bitter pills down their throats and pierced their skin with needles.

He hated doctors.

The next time the man visited, little Wen Qiong took a heavy tool and loosened one of the wooden steps on the staircase. Then, he put the tool away, walked to the third-floor landing, and waved down at the man as he stepped through the door.