Nanxing's facial expression suddenly turned terrified, and as soon as he made a move, he was firmly held down.

"I don't want to! I want to go home! I want to go home!!"

Nanxing roared desperately, but to no avail.

She had long since run out of options.

She always held a cold gun to other people's heads, and now she felt the gun pressed against the back of her own head.

That feeling was not pleasant.

Nanxing shed tears; she wanted to repent, but she would never have the chance again.

If time could turn back, she might never have chosen to overhear Nan Hao and Xie Congjing's conversation that night, and she would never have stepped into the entertainment industry.

Perhaps, she will never like Duan Ye again.

A gunshot rang out, startling the birds that had been resting in the surrounding woods into flight.

When the scalding bullet entered her brain, it instantly severed her nerves. Fear and pain were fleeting, but the image in her memory was frozen on the day they returned to their hometown to fly kites as children.

Back then, the kite flew so high. She looked at the kite and thought that in the future she would fly even higher than the kite.

Little Duan Ye, holding the string, said, "Okay, no matter where you fly, I will hold the string tightly."

"Brother, you said you can't let go."

"Nanxing, no, that won't happen."

"You keep your word."

"Yes, you promise."

In the end, Nanxing collapsed, but the corners of her lips were slightly upturned.

If she could do it all over again, perhaps she wouldn't regret it, since the person she loved never changed from beginning to end.

She flew too high and too far, and forgot.

"Execution complete."

"Confirm whether the person is dead."

"Forensic doctor!"

"Nanxing has been confirmed dead."

——

Duan Ye, who was at work, trembled slightly in the hand holding the container. The students, somewhat puzzled, asked, "Teacher, what's wrong?"

"Teacher, have you been working too hard lately?"

"Teacher, would you like to take a break first?"

Duan Ye wanted to say it was nothing, but his hands were shaking so badly that he had to stop the experiment for the time being: "You guys do it yourselves for now. If you don't know how, come to my office and ask me."

And so, he took off his mask and left the laboratory.

The students whispered among themselves.

"What's wrong with the teacher? She seems a bit absent-minded today."

"I don't know, maybe something happened at home."

"Quickly, let's follow the teacher's steps once."

"good."

Duan Ye walked into the office, facing the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the torrential rain outside, and his heart suddenly felt inexplicably calmed down.

My hands stopped shaking.

It's all over, he thought.

Soon, his phone rang. When he answered, it was Yang Fan.

"It's over."

Duan Ye's premonitions were always very accurate, so he simply hummed in response.

Just as he was about to hang up, Yang Fan said, "I'm thinking of visiting an old friend tomorrow. Are you coming?"

Yang Fan waited and waited, but Duan Ye didn't reply.

Finally, Duan Ye hung up the phone.

Yang Fan remained silent for a long time, his mood very heavy.

Today's rain is just like the storm that struck Kyoto years ago.

When the injustice is cleared, can everything start over?

Duan Ye was much calmer than he had imagined. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a long time without moving until the office door was pushed open.

He turned his head and saw it was Luo An.

"No matter what, let's eat something first."

"Man is made of iron, food is made of steel."

"Tangtang keeps telling me to watch you eat. If you get sick from hunger, she'll give me a hard time!"

Duan Ye glanced at Luo An, then smiled and said, "Thank you."

Luo An: "What's wrong with you? Why are you being so polite with me?"

Duan Ye returned to his seat and began to eat. The food was simple, from the company cafeteria.

To be honest, the food in the company cafeteria has always been pretty good, but today it didn't taste like much to him.

Luo An sat down opposite him and ate with him.

"Brother Duan, no one can remain calm when facing death. I understand you."

Even Luo An himself had little contact with Nan Xing; they were merely acquaintances, perhaps knowing each other's names. But when he suddenly heard the news of her death, he was not at peace and could only lament the impermanence of life.

It is a fact that Nanxing risked her life to save Wenzhou back then, regardless of her motives, she did it nonetheless.

No normal person could face this.

Besides, Duan Ye and Nan Xing had spent so many years together.

Duan Ye smiled and said, "You understand me? What do you understand about me?"

After taking a bite of food, Duan Ye said, "I can't explain it. I'm not happy, but I wouldn't be satisfied if it weren't for this ending."

For many years, Duan Ye had never told anyone this.

"I'm starting to regret it."

"What?"

“When she came to me back then, I should have had my brother handle it.”

“I should have noticed something was wrong with my grandmother earlier, but I was so caught up in the joy of the upcoming wedding that I lost my sense of judgment.”

"In the end, they all died."

Duan Ye suddenly lost his appetite, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

Luo An patted him on the shoulder: "There's only so much a person can do. Neither of us has God's perspective. How could you know Ye Nuan would be so determined to die? And how could you know Nan Xing was so ruthless..."

Who would have thought? Nanxing is the dream goddess of so many people.

Even though the verdict has been made public, there's still a lot of heated debate online, with many people still defending Nanxing.

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