She closed her eyes again.
After a while, she opened them again and tentatively called out, "Jia Shanliang?"
There was no response from the other person; she called out softly, but it still took all the energy she had managed to gather.
Because she was now covered in wounds and couldn’t even stand, Fan’s father had untied her and let her lie on the ground.
All around was water, and the water was soaked with salt. The pain from her wounds was intense, so Fan Rou wouldn’t deliberately move around.
But now, she desperately wanted to know who this person was.
She slowly moved, little by little, closer to that person.
Every ti she moved, her wounds would pull, leaving her without the strength to even shout.
After just five steps, she couldn’t bear it anymore and stopped, unable to move.
At this mont, Jia Shanliang finally woke up.
Her head turned slightly, her eyes appeared through her hair. Seeing Fan Rou, she extended her finger, "You..."
"It’s really you." Fan Rou smiled, her smile as pale as a ghost, looking terrifying: "I’m sorry, it’s my fault you got hurt."
These words were barely audible if not listened to carefully.
But Jia Shanliang kept looking at her, seeing her lips open and close, and roughly guessed what she was going to say.
"You have nothing to apologize for, it was all my own doing." Jia Shanliang struggled to get up, stretching her hand toward her: "You didn’t force , I chose it all willingly."
Fan Rou tugged at her lips but couldn’t muster a smile anymore.
"I just didn’t expect him to be so cruel to you as well." After holding her hand, Jia Shanliang crawled toward her: "Originally I felt a bit unwilling in my heart, but seeing you like this, I have nothing to feel unwilling about."
"As you said, those who succeed are kings, those who fail are criminals. But it’s okay, at least I had a good ti once."
To die like this in this life, it’s worth it.
"Hold on for a while, soone will co to rescue us." Fan Rou said.
She believed Jun Mochan would co to save her.
He certainly wouldn’t let them succeed.
"Hmm." Jia Shanliang lay down beside her.
At the sa ti, Fan’s father went to the hospital.
Initially, he wanted to take Fan Er away, but Fan Er had brought upon himself another aggravation of his wounds, so the doctor advised against moving him lightly.
He temporarily left him in the hospital.
But today, he had to take him away no matter what.
"Where to? In my state, where can I go?" Fan Er said defiantly.
Fan’s father didn’t have ti to explain to him, just gestured to the person behind him.
Those people imdiately stepped forward, lifted Fan Er from the bed, and placed him on a stretcher.
"Where are you taking ? Are you planning to leave to fend for myself?"
Feeling uncomfortable inside, Fan Er’s words were naturally not kind.
The intent was clear, aiming to leave a mark on Fan’s father’s heart.
"Shut up. I’m arranging for soone to send you away now, you better behave yourself."
Fan’s mother and Fan Li were already waiting at the airport.
Fan’s father naturally wouldn’t be on a private jet; he arranged for a special flight.
However, he had already covered up well, ensuring Jun Mochan wouldn’t find out.
Even if he did now, it wouldn’t matter because Jun Mochan was in a eting and didn’t have ti to handle him.
After sending the three of them onto the plane, Fan’s father turned and left.
On the plane, Fan Er fell silent, his earlier defiance gone.
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