But now, she was suddenly ntioned by a madwoman.
The madwoman gripped her throat, screaming and roaring crazily.
The madwoman’s eyes were blood-red, tears streaming down her face like rain.
The madwoman’s hands were desperately squeezing her throat, making her breathing increasingly difficult.
She grabbed the madwoman’s hand, struggling fiercely: "Let go... let go... you got the wrong person..."
"No... no..." The madwoman kept applying pressure, her eyes fixed on her with crazed and desperate hatred: "You killed my daughter! You should die... die!"
Ruan Feifei’s vision was going black.
Her breathing beca increasingly difficult, her face turning blue and purple, the feeling of impending death growing stronger.
She was about to die.
This thought suddenly rushed into her mind.
She struggled more violently.
No.
She didn’t want to die.
She had painstakingly changed her fate and was living a normal life.
She was young and beautiful, she had a house, a shop, a bright future ahead.
She didn’t want to die.
She pried at the madwoman’s wrist, pleading desperately: "Please... spare ... you got the wrong person... the wrong person..."
The madwoman ignored her, hatred reaching its peak with eyes fixed on her. Her hands grip her throat like iron clamps.
Her voice grew weaker, her breath fainter, her chest felt like it was about to burst.
"Spare ... spare ... you... you..."
She wanted to say, you got the wrong person.
But the sound was stuck in her throat, she couldn’t utter a single word.
Her vision grew increasingly blurred.
Gradually, she fell into endless darkness.
At the last mont of her life, she vaguely thought, so there really is retribution in this world.
It’s not that there isn’t, just that the ti hasn’t co.
When the ti cos, retribution naturally follows.
She thought she could change her fate, have a brilliant, splendid life.
In the end, she realized that what she gained by sacrificing others’ lives and dignity could not last.
It’s just a pity that she understood this too late.
Her grip on the madwoman’s hands gradually loosened, falling weakly to the ground.
Her eyes widened, her eyes bulging from their sockets, but she couldn’t see anything anymore.
Her chest also stopped moving.
The madwoman, oblivious, continued to squeeze her throat, murmuring to herself.
The sound of sirens grew closer.
Several police cars stopped one after another beside the woman.
At the sa ti, a black luxury car rushed over, stopping on the other side of the woman.
Several policen got out of the siren-blaring police cars.
From the black luxury car ca an old man and a young man.
The police attempted to grab the madwoman.
The young man from the luxury car ran over, pushed the police away, and stood in front of the woman: "Don’t touch my mom!"
The middle-aged man knelt beside the woman, holding her hand: "Rong Rong, let go..."
Lin Rong’s head moved slowly.
Her gaze fell on the middle-aged man’s face, her crazy look gradually beca gentle: "Brother Song, I’ve found the person who abducted our daughter!"
She released her grip on Ruan Feifei’s throat, pointing at Ruan Feifei: "She... Brother Song, ask her where she hid our daughter? Go find Nannan..."
"Okay... okay!" The man embraced her, tears streaming down, "I’ll go find... we’ll go together."
He helped his wife up, heading towards where they parked.
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