Everyone on site was evacuated, the plane was taken away, the surveillance footage was removed, and the drone was also taken away.

As dawn broke, the dazzling sunlight shone on Nanxing's fair face, causing her to involuntarily close her eyes and instinctively raise her hand to shield them.

In the years to come, we may never see such sunshine again.

What could be heard was the sound of shackles.

Serious offenders have their hands and feet locked up as well.

She lost, and lost completely.

In that instant, she felt dizzy and fell forward, but was caught by a pair of hands. Those hands were strong, familiar, and yet strange.

The moment she came to her senses, she burst into tears.

So... so he had already regained his strength.

Duan Ye helped her stand up straight, then looked down at her and said, "Nanxing, the murderer should be brought to justice. Grandma did nothing wrong, Ye Nuan did nothing wrong, those drivers, nannies, and passersby did nothing wrong. You are the one who is wrong."

When Zhang Ping turned around, he saw Nan Xing hunched over, crying his heart out in the morning sunlight.

In fact, the fourth dose of the drug could have completely controlled Duan Ye's subconscious, making Duan Ye their biggest trump card. However, at the very moment of administering the drug, they still used a sleeping potion instead.

Even knowing that this might lead to total failure.

Nanxing still couldn't bear it.

Zhang Ping suddenly remembered that Nanxing had already made preparations before these plans even began, intending to use Duan Chen and Duan Luo to make them pay the price. Their plan was so perfect; all the teachers at the school were their people.

The best solution is for Luo Qingyuan to be away from Kyoto and for Duan Ye to be away from the Luo family.

But that day, when Nanxing's car stopped outside the school and he saw Duan Luo and Duan Chen's faces, all plans came to a halt.

Zhang Ping didn't understand why at the time, but later in Nanxing's room, he saw a photo of Duan Ye when he was a child.

Zhang Ping understood.

"Go inside and confess properly," Duan Ye said, then turned and left.

However, Nanxing called out to him.

"I want to ask you one last thing."

Duan Ye didn't turn around.

Nanxing went berserk: "This is the last time. I'll tell you everything once I'm inside."

"...."

Memories are more like a double-edged sword; while they cut through the heart, they also etch the deep longing even more deeply.

Duan Ye stopped and turned around: "You speak."

"The year we graduated high school, you said you wanted to be with me forever..."

"It's true."

Bathed in sunlight, memories from over a decade ago seem to replay in my mind.

The day Nanxing first rejected him was the night his senior year of high school ended. Even though he cried for days, he never thought of giving up on Nanxing; he only thought about...

"Back then, I thought, if you want to break into the entertainment industry, it doesn't matter if it takes one year, two years, five years or ten years, I'll wait for you."

At that time, Duan Ye only wanted to be with her and make her happy. He was willing to accompany her through thick and thin.

But... life is unpredictable.

This world is too cruel to sincere people.

Seeing her disheveled appearance and tears, she was no longer the youthful and beautiful woman I remembered.

They've all gotten old.

Nanxing laughed and then cried. That one glance felt like an eternity.

Duan Ye took a deep breath: "It's my fault for being too impatient. I'm only a teenager and I already have the idea of ​​spending the rest of my life with you."

Duan Ye once said that he never regretted what he had done, because once something is over, it is meaningless to look back.

But now, he regrets it. He regrets meeting Nanxing and regrets all those years of giving her his heart.

This life, from the very beginning, was a mistake.

"Nanxing, if you still have even a shred of kindness in your heart, then please let this go..."

Nanxing looked up; she was no longer the aloof superstar she once was, and her eyelashes were wet with tears.

She was wondering what he wanted to say...

Let them go? Let whom go?

In her current state, who can she possibly let go of?

"Let yourself off the hook."

Let me off the hook?

Nanxing murmured something, her eyes bloodshot. She suddenly laughed. All those things from the past—the youthful infatuation, the ambiguity of adulthood, their marriage, her scheming and entanglement, all the things she did, right and wrong—after so long, she herself could no longer distinguish whether she loved or hated Duan Ye.

Her rationality was almost completely destroyed by those words.

On one side is burning love, on the other is piercing hatred.

Now, no matter what choice I make, it will be heartbreaking.

It was at this moment that she finally understood. It wasn't that she didn't love him; she thought she had everything under control, but in the end, she couldn't bear to harm him, not even his bloodline...

She once thought it was hatred—hatred for her own foolishness, hatred for the unfairness of fate, hatred for the shallowness of their connection, hatred that all her scheming had come to nothing. But in the end, all she hated was that he didn't love her enough, that he had fallen in love with someone else so easily.

Actually, it was just that she loved him so much that it caused her too much pain.

Her mournful laughter and cries echoed throughout the mountains and fields.

She had a perfectly good hand, but her own ambition and desires ruined it all. When she tried to salvage it, she made many more mistakes.

Nanxing cried until she was exhausted, and the policewoman stepped forward, helped her up, and walked forward.

From then on, the road ahead was nothing but abyss.

Duan Renji and Wang Zezhong took in all of this from a distance.

Throughout their lives, they had witnessed countless aspects of human nature, but Nanxing was the one they could never have imagined, and the one who left the deepest regrets.

Soon, they descended the mountain.

The moment Nanxing was put into the car, she saw the person waiting by the roadside: Luo Qingyuan.

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