"President He, don't act rashly!"

An uproar erupted around them as several police officers rushed forward, drew their guns, and confronted He Cangwu, plunging the scene into chaos.

However, a relieved smile flashed across He Cangwu's face.

The sound of him cocking the gun was exceptionally clear amidst the chaos, as clear as his determination to eliminate Duan Jinrong.

At this moment, police officers were already blocking He Cangwu's way.

"I don't want to hurt the innocent," He Cangwu said coldly. "Please step aside. After I kill this vicious woman, I will face the judgment of the law!"

"President He, please reconsider!"

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time..." He Cangwu said in a hoarse voice, "Yan Qing died so unjustly. Even if it's just for her sake, I have to send this woman to hell!"

However, a clear voice suddenly rang out—"If it's really for her sake, you should cherish your own life even more!"

He Cangwu's heart tightened, and he felt as if he had been electrocuted, freezing in place and unable to move.

His mind went blank, as if he had fallen into a vacuum, but he could hear soft footsteps getting closer and closer behind him, and he could feel a soft little hand pressing on the back of his hand.

In that instant, he was as if bewitched, obediently lowering his arm slowly, his eyes fixed on the girl before him, suddenly overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

He Cangwu opened his mouth, but before he could utter a word, tears welled up in his eyes like a spring.

"Mr. He..." Song Wan hesitated for a long time before softly calling out these three words.

"If you truly care about the person you love, you can't let anything happen to you." Her voice was soft, but every word struck He Cangwu's heart like a pebble. "She's watching you from heaven. She doesn't want anything to happen to you, do you understand?"

"Wanwan..."

"Give me the gun." Song Wan's voice held a gentle yet firm strength. "It's not worth it!"

Although He Cangwu was still hesitant, his grip on the gun had loosened considerably. Lin Zhaojiang seized the opportunity, darted forward, and easily snatched the gun from his hand.

He Cangwu was stunned. He stared at the two of them for a long time before suddenly squatting down on the ground. His emotions, like a bursting dam, erupted in that instant.

He buried his head in his hands and wept, his cries silencing everyone involuntarily, as if all the sorrow in the world belonged to him alone.

Song Wan's nose stung, and she struggled to hold back her tears. She leaned on Lin Zhaojiang's shoulder, a sense of powerlessness like climbing vines, tightly binding her heart.

"Wanwan... I'm sorry!" He Cangwu cried out, "It's Dad who's sorry... Dad has made you suffer! But I really want to kill her with my own hands, I really want to!"

"She ruined me, she ruined Yan Qing, and she ruined you!"

Song Wan walked over and gently squatted down beside him.

She and the man before her shared the closest blood ties in the world, yet were separated by the greatest distance in the world. He was right; Duan Jinrong had ruined her, ruined the first half of her life, and ruined her family.

Twenty years have passed, and now an insurmountable chasm stands between family ties and the past.

Actually, she was the one who most wanted to kill Duan Jinrong.

Song Wan raised her head slightly, wondering if Xu Yanqing was really watching them from heaven at this moment.

This situation is something Xu Yanqing probably didn't want to see...

Song Wan took a deep breath, her small hand slowly resting on He Cangwu's arm, helping him up. The chasm of time is not so easy to cross, but they could never go back.

The only thing we can do now is look forward.

“Mr. He, please believe me, Heaven will not forgive anyone who does evil,” Song Wan said softly. “It’s not worth killing her and then paying for it with your own life!”

"Wanwan..."

"Let's go home." Song Wan's clear eyes held a hidden strength as she smiled gently at him. "The road ahead is long, I'll walk it with you, okay?"

A look of shock crossed He Cangwu's face, followed by tears welling up. Afraid of losing his composure in front of his daughter, he quickly wiped them away with his sleeve.

Lin Zhaojiang had a car brought over, and together with Song Wan, they helped He Cangwu leave.

Before leaving, Song Wan subconsciously glanced back and saw Duan Jinrong standing there in handcuffs, dumbfounded.

At that moment, the hatred in her heart seemed to subside a little. She forgot who said it, but the greatest revenge against someone is not endless hatred, but living a better life than that person.

Duan Jinrong's later life will not be easy, but she will spend it in love.

...

After the storm subsided, Song Wan and Lin Zhaojiang held a grand wedding on Rose Island.

By this time, Song Wan had become a popular writer, and both of her published books had achieved good results. During this period, she also re-edited and republished Xu Yanqing's work, bringing "Flowing Light and Dancing Shadows" back to the light of day and giving readers a perfect ending.

On their wedding day, the roses on the island were in full bloom, clusters of them vibrant and fiery. Song Wan's white wedding dress fluttered in the wind, tinged with the colors of happiness by the red roses.

She nestled against Lin Zhaojiang with a radiant smile, the sunset and the sea behind them; that moment of bliss was captured forever.

One year later...

Song Wan gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, which made Lin Zhaojiang extremely happy. He held one in each arm, carefully and lovingly. From the moment the cries came from the delivery room until that moment, his eyes had been wet. The pain Song Wan had endured had pained him, and the birth of his son and daughter had brought him to tears of joy.

He said that Yunqi had returned and brought Yunfei with her.

Song Wan smiled and gently shook her head. There was only one Yun Qi in this world, so she wouldn't name her daughter that. Yun Qi hadn't returned; she had been watching over them from heaven and then sent these two little angels.

"I hope they live a peaceful and carefree life." Song Wan looked at the two little babies. "How about we name the girl An'an and the boy Xiao You?"

Lin Zhaojiang kissed his wife's forehead tenderly and smiled gently, "I'll do whatever you say."

"Hmm, not bad, not bad!" Huo Junyang clapped his hands. "But who's older between them?"

Song Wan smiled and said, "The boy who is born first is the older brother, and the girl who is born a few minutes later is the younger sister."

"That's good too." Huo Junyu chuckled. "It's different from our family. Yuan Yuan is the older sister, and she already has the demeanor of a big sister, always taking care of her younger brother!"

Just a few days before Lin Zhaojiang and Song Wan's wedding, good news came from Yangcheng: Jiang Mianmian gave birth to a son, and now Huo Junyu has both a son and a daughter!

"Your little brother is just over a year old, which is a good time to discipline him!" Huo Junyang joked. "If Yuan Yuan doesn't take this opportunity to discipline him properly, how will she set rules for him when he grows up?"

Everyone laughed, but Huo Junyu's expression suddenly changed as he realized that his daughter had run out of the room at some point!

"Yuan Yuan!" He frowned and quickly chased after her. "Yuan Yuan, where are you?"