She finally knew what Yu Qinglu wanted.
Nan Wan had already stopped struggling, even though the drugs in the tea Yu Qinglu drank had begun to take effect, she could still press Nan Wan’s hand down, driving the tip of the knife deeper.
The oxygen entering through her nose beca increasingly thin and sparse, and every word she uttered ca with a heavy breath, "The ones who won’t have peace... are you and... Mu Huan, right..."
The overwhelming scent of blood enveloped her, and every breath Nan Wan took felt like sharp needles scratching her throat.
She asked with a light smile, "Then why not cut a couple of tis first? That way, maybe I’d catch AIDS, and you’d be even happier than you are now."
Mu Huan, are you almost here?
I seem to feel you getting closer to .
But this ti, I hope you didn’t hear, didn’t hear calling you.
The intense suffocation made Yu Qinglu cough uncontrollably twice, her body’s trembling caused the knife to press deeper.
It was her last mont of clarity before closing her eyes, "How... can I do that... Mu Huan might get infected too... I couldn’t bear it..."
Half of Nan Wan’s body was in a rigid state; she knew it wasn’t the drug’s effect, but a result of maintaining the sa posture for a long ti, keeping her muscles in a constant tense state.
The sound of police sirens grew nearer, and it seed it wouldn’t take long for the police to break in and arrive at this scene of intentional injury leading to death.
Sweat gathered at her jaw and dripped onto the back of her hand, seeming to lt the coagulated edges of the bloodstains.
Her voice was hoarse and seed to mingle with the scent of blood in the air, "You want him to always rember you, even if it’s with hatred."
It was a statent, not a question.
"Mm... cough, cough... you’re right," Yu Qinglu slowly revealed a smile, "because... I’ve already lost sight of... whether it’s an unattainable... obsession with him, or... love."
Perhaps she was too malicious, so she didn’t want the rest of their lives to be too happy.
Perhaps her life had been too hard these years, so she didn’t want to et him in the next life.
Mu Huan, you probably will hate , but being hated seems a bit better than being forgotten by you.
I owe Ah Zhao an apology and must go to him, I won’t wait for you to co.
Actually, I really wanted to wait for you, we haven’t t for so long, I can’t even rember what you look like when you’re angry.
Mu Huan, I’m sorry.
Mu Huan, goodbye.
...
In Old Mrs. Nan’s residence.
Aunt Jing placed the last soup dish on the dining table and asked uncertainly, "Is that the sound of a police car?"
This neighborhood was very secluded, and the living room window was open. The urgent and uninterrupted ’wee-woo’ of the sirens faintly flowed into the villa.
The sound grew louder, as if it was approaching from a distance.
Xu Shuyu listened carefully for a while, then spoke with a frown, "It really is, I’ve lived in this neighborhood for decades, never heard a police car co in before, what’s happened?"
The house they were in now wasn’t far from the previous one, at a normal walking pace it would take about ten minutes.
"I don’t know," Aunt Jing found it odd too, wiping her hands on her apron, "Old Lady, please eat first, I’ll go and ask the neighbors later."
"No need, sit down and eat with us, I don’t care about these trivial matters," Xu Shuyu shook her head, took off her reading glasses, and picked up her chopsticks to start eating, "I only hope our family’s younger generation can grow up healthy and safe."
Wanwan’s son Jiu Jiu, daughter An Ge; Ze’s Jiashu and Yanyan; and that Mo Yi kid, I hope he and Xiao Ran can settle down soon.
Old Mrs. Nan had been a vegetarian and prayed to Buddha for many years, even though her relationship with her son Nan Chengzhi had eased sowhat, she still remained detached from worldly affairs and continued to be housebound.
The siren’s noise ca closer, but Aunt Jing didn’t leave to check, adhering to the old lady’s words, sat at the dining table, and began eating.
With a smile, she said, "Of course they will, you pray for the young ones every day, the Bodhisattva will surely protect them."
Xu Shuyu sipped so soup, her manners exuding the elegance of a socialite from her era, "Let’s hope so."
Just as she finished her last word, Nan Ze, who was still abroad, called.
Xu Shuyu quickly answered, hearing her grandson’s deep voice on the other end, "Grandma, did you take your dicine tonight?"
"I did, I did, I’m not at the point where I would forget such small things," Xu Shuyu’s tone was dismissive, but her face bead with delight, "By the way, how’s Zhi i? You better take good care of her. If she ends up with any lasting issues, see how I’ll deal with you when you return!"
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