“We’re not going to suffer here anymore. Mommy will take you away to a place where there is no pain and no more dripping sounds, okay?”

After saying that, Shen Xiang kissed Tang Jiang's forehead, as if she had used up the last of her strength and tenderness.

Then, he stood up straight.

That trembling hand finally reached firmly towards the machine that was keeping her son breathing.

In the end, she pulled out the tube herself.

"drop--"

The machine emitted a long whistle.

Then, the whole world fell into dead silence.

...

The tragedy of the Zhang family swept through the entire city of Haicheng overnight, like a hurricane carrying the scent of blood.

These days, countless people are talking about this with great interest.

On this day, the sun shone brightly in the Chu family courtyard, warm and pleasant, sweeping away the gloom of the past few days.

Ye Nian'an, Chi Xinyao, and Jin Xiangyu were sunbathing in the yard with their ten children.

Seven tiny, hungry babies were lined up in a specially made bamboo cradle. They kicked their little legs and their faces were flushed from the sun, like ripe peaches.

Dada, Er'er, and San'san surrounded the cradle like three dutiful little guards, tucking the blanket around the younger brother one moment and making the younger sister laugh the next, keeping themselves very busy.

"Hey, have you guys heard?"

Chu Xin'er rushed in from outside and plopped down on a small stool.

"The whole city is buzzing about what happened to the Zhang family! Everyone's saying Zhang Weiguo must be possessed to do something so heinous!"

Chi Xinyao was feeding her grandson formula when she heard this and sighed, "What a tragedy! What a tragedy! No matter what, they are still her own father and sister. How could she do this?"

"you do not say!"

Jin Xiangyu shook her head as well: "The Zhang family is completely finished. Li Dahong is still in the labor camp. When she gets out and finds out that there's no one left in her family, she'll probably go crazy."