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“Shaoyi, kill me! I was wrong, this time I truly know I was wrong.” She grasped Shangguan Shaoyi's arm, her disheveled hair cascading down her waist. Her snow-white Countenance appeared especially pale, and no matter how bright the colors outside the window were, they could not reflect any brilliance alongside her.
Shangguan Shaoyi slowly turned his gaze, as if in a slow-motion scene from a movie. She was momentarily stunned, watching his lips move as he spoke in a low, hoarse voice, “Jiang Yating, just go. I don’t want to see you.”
She bit her lip tightly and reached for the gun that Shangguan Yiting was holding, aiming it at her own head. With just a little more force, she could pull the trigger and end her life.
A hint of gunpowder lingered in the air, and she suddenly widened her eyes as she saw Shangguan Shaoyi snatch the gun from her hands and throw it aside. His cold voice brushed past her ears, “Your life was exchanged for my sister’s; you cannot die.”
She froze for a moment, covering her face with her hands, struggling to get up. The Sunlight swept over her; that layer of fiery brilliance silently surrounded her, yet she could not ignite even a spark of life's value. From childhood to now, this was the first time she truly felt she was wrong. She could have lived peacefully, but because of her jealousy and malice, two innocent lives were lost.
She was about to become a mother. Recently, her perspective on the world had grown increasingly tender, yet she could not understand why her parents treated her this way—only allowing her to live for their interests while denying her any warmth.
She faded into the great Sunlight outside; how could that brilliance dispel the gloom within her heart?
Shangguan Shaoyi slowly picked up Shangguan Yiting, and after seeing Jiang Yating's figure disappear, he walked towards the door. Shen Mingliang, witnessing this scene, stood frozen until he called out; only then did Shen Mingliang hurriedly come over to help.
“Young Commander, what… what is going on?”
He remained silent, looking calmly at her cheek as he placed her hand over his palm. “First go to the hospital, then notify Zhu Ye Feng to come quickly and send my sister off for the last time.”
Shen Mingliang nodded and dared not say more. The shock in his heart had yet to fade, but at that moment he had no mood for contemplation; he felt enveloped by sadness and uncertainty. Yesterday when he saw Shangguan Yiting, she was perfectly fine, but today…
Life is indeed unpredictable; however, many regard it as constant. Until that day comes, one does not ponder the weight of death. He did not realize General Shangguan's sudden passing or Shangguan Yiting's abrupt departure. Lost in thought, a stream of tears unexpectedly rolled down his dark cheek.
Perhaps tomorrow he would leave on his own, and the Young Commander would also depart. Would he have no regrets? Would he be at peace? The passing of a day is akin to the approach of death; sometimes, when looking at someone, one thinks that person might leave at any moment. It seems he could also use a compassionate heart to resolve the discomfort between them.
Shen Mingliang secretly glanced at Shangguan Shaoyi, who was tightly pursing his lips, staring ahead. Perhaps he was thinking the same thing in his heart. Had he let go of his obsession with Cheng Mosu and his resentment towards Jiang Yating at this moment?
The lights in the surgery room flickered on and off, swiftly declaring Shangguan Yiting's death.
Shangguan Shaoyi straightened his slightly disheveled military uniform and watched as Shen Deputy Officer brought Zhu Ye Feng over. Zhu Ye Feng wore an expression of urgency that might have been feigned. He raised his eyes to look at his nominal Brother-in-law, his deep gaze drifting into the distance, revealing a tumultuous and cold demeanor.
“How is Yiting? What happened?” Zhu Ye Feng grasped Shangguan Shaoyi's shoulder, his voice urgent.
“She has already passed,” Shangguan Shaoyi replied coldly, casually turning his Eyes away and pointing toward the nearby Mortuary. “She’s inside; if you want to, you can go in and see her.”
Zhu Ye Feng's eyes widened, unable to utter a word for a while. In his heart, Shangguan Yiting had always been fierce and intelligent, knowing better than anyone how to protect herself. How could it be…
Shangguan Shaoyi shot him a sidelong glance, a hint of indescribable light flashing in his deep eyes. “She committed suicide.”
“Suicide? How could she commit suicide!” Zhu Ye Feng was even more confused, looking at him with scrutiny.
He took out a cigarette; the blue-red flame leaped up in the air, seemingly raising the temperature for an instant before cooling down again. The rising smoke could not conceal the sharp contours of his weary Handsome Face. He spoke indifferently: “Jiang Yating sent assassins to kill Cheng Mosu but mistakenly killed my Father-in-law Mr. Cheng instead. You must know this, right?”
Zhu Ye Feng nodded and listened as that cold voice continued: “I naturally wouldn’t let Jiang Yating go, but she was pregnant. My sister wouldn’t let me kill her, so she shot herself to exchange her life for Jiang Yating and that child’s survival.”
“What!?” Zhu Ye Feng clenched his fists, looking at him in disbelief, his voice filled with intense hatred. “How could she be so foolish? What does that Jiang Yating have to do with her? Is it worth it for her to trade her life for Jiang Yating’s?”
"Don't forget, the whole thing started because of you." Shangguan Shaoyi's black as ink eyes glanced at him. Seeing his confusion, she didn't bother to explain further and gave him a look. "She's inside, go take a look."
Zhu Ye Feng furrowed his brows tightly, his heart racing anxiously. He stepped forward and pushed open the door that separated the realms of life and death. Looking at her pale countenance, he couldn't help but feel sorrow rise in his heart, memories flooding back to him one by one. It felt as if something was stuck in his throat, preventing him from making a sound; he could only silently watch her, calling her name in his heart.
Suddenly, he realized something, and his heart surged with emotions. If it weren't for him... If it weren't for him poisoning Cheng Mosu, Shangguan Shaoyi wouldn't have married Jiang Yating, Jiang Yating wouldn't have become pregnant, wouldn't have harbored thoughts of harming Cheng Mosu, and Mr. Cheng wouldn't have met his untimely death.
Shangguan Yiting was not only repaying a debt for Jiang Yating but also for himself.
He grasped Shangguan Yiting's cold hand and leaned over the terrifying pure white sheet, unable to suppress his sobs. He had sown the seeds of misfortune and now reaped the consequences; there was no escape from calamity—only what was summoned by man. The only voice left in his heart was that he had harmed Shangguan Yiting and so many lives.
He slowly walked out, and Shangguan Shaoyi's gaze fell on him like a gentle light. He seemed like a different person, his eyes reflecting calmness and melancholy. He looked at Shangguan Shaoyi and forced a bitter smile. "Yiting became like this because of me; everyone's misfortune is due to my momentary lapse in judgment."
Shangguan Shaoyi did not respond, only listening as he continued slowly, "Shaoyi, I want to accompany Yiting, to be with her forever."
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