Chapter 601 She killed him.
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Li Xiatian walked to the bedside, found the dagger, drew it from its sheath, and held it in her hand;
In her heart, hatred and past love for Jiang Huai were locked in a fierce battle.
Looking at Jiang Huai, who was now slumped at her feet, she recalled his tenderness and affection from the past, his laughter when he played with the children, and all the little things they had shared along the way...
Comparing the vicious plan in the letter with the poison she found on the table... the immense sense of rupture almost drove Li Xiatian to the brink of collapse.
"ah!"
She let out a suppressed, extremely painful cry and suddenly swung the dagger!
A cold glint appeared.
Hearing the sound, Jiang Huai opened his eyes and saw Li Xiatian pointing a knife at him!
There was no fear in his eyes, only endless sorrow and a glimmer of hope for forgiveness.
But hidden behind these emotions, deep in Jiang Huai's eyes, was his confidence in victory!
He knew that Li Xiatian would never kill him!
impossible!
Why?
Because Li Xiatian couldn't bear to part with it!
Because Li Xiatian will forgive him!
Because Li Xiatian would never allow Pingping and An'an to be without a father!
It should be noted that Jiang Huai had previously served as a spy for Jiang Huijun back in Jinzhou;
At that time, Li Shiyue invited him to work as a teacher at the school in Lijiatun.
He meticulously recorded everything about Li Shiyue and Lijiatun, and sent it to Jiang Huijun.
What happened next?
Even if he confesses, even if Li Xiatian gets angry, so what?
Didn't Li Xiatian still like him later on?
At that time, Jiang Huai knew that Li Xiatian liked him and couldn't let him go;
No matter what he does, in the end, Li Xiatian will always forgive him!
So why would Jiang Huai say something like, "Kill me"?
That's because Jiang Huai has Li Xiatian firmly under his control!
He knew that Li Xiatian would never kill him!
He was fearless!
Jiang Huai knew that Li Xiatian couldn't bring herself to do it!
But even knowing this in his heart, Jiang Huai would still have to play his part.
After all, how could he kneel down and beg for forgiveness without putting on a show?
At this moment, Li Xiatian's hand holding the dagger was trembling violently, as if she could barely hold onto the short dagger.
How could she possibly stab him like that?
But if Jiang Huai isn't killed, he will continue to pass on messages and try every means to poison October!
Yes!
Li Xiatian knew in her heart that Jiang Huai's words, "I never intended to use this medicine!" meant that he meant something else entirely.
Li Xiatian, in her current state, would absolutely not believe such words!
Men's words are best taken with a grain of salt;
If you want to see something, you have to see what the man did!
Jiang Huai has betrayed us once again, that's a fact!
Li Shiyue is the pillar of Jian'an, the reliance of the Li family, and the hope of countless people in this chaotic world!
It doesn't matter who dies, it just can't be Li Shiyue!
Thinking of Li Shiyue, and of Pingping and An'an's future, the last trace of hesitation in Li Xiatian's eyes was replaced by a desperate resolve.
Having a father who betrayed Jian'an, Li Shiyue, and his mother—how could Pingping and An'an, who were still children, possibly survive?
Jiang Huai, he never thought about having children!
So why would she let him go just so that the child could have a father?
A father who betrayed you, or a father who is dead—which do you choose?
"For the sake of the child... Jiang Huai... please, don't blame me..."
With these thoughts in mind, Li Xiatian, amidst her sobs, almost instinctively closed her eyes, reached out the hand holding the dagger, and thrust it forward with all her might!
"puff!"
The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was dull yet clear.
There wasn't much resistance encountered.
Because, Jiang Huai, he never imagined that Li Xiatian would actually make a move against him!
Therefore, he never intended to dodge; he thought Li Xiatian's knife would fall to the ground.
A sharp pain shot through Jiang Huai's body, causing him to shudder violently and let out a muffled groan.
He looked down at the ornate dagger embedded in his chest, blood gushing out and staining his clothes red.
Li Xiatian let go of her hand, as if she had been burned, and staggered backward, falling onto the bed.
She stared in disbelief at her hand, then looked up at the knife stuck in Jiang Huai's body.
Caught completely off guard, the tip of the dagger pierced Jiang Huai's chest.
Jiang Huai's face quickly turned ashen, and his life force rapidly drained away with the blood.
He looked up, his face filled with disbelief, and his gaze struggled to focus on Li Xiatian's terrified and desperate face, his mouth agape as if he wanted to say something.
However, he couldn't utter a single meaningful syllable; instead, more blood foam spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Huai's body could no longer support him and he fell forward.
Li Xiatian subconsciously sat on the bed, reaching out her trembling hands, trying to catch his falling body.
Li Xiatian failed to catch him.
Jiang Huai's body lay face down on the ground.
Li Xiatian was completely stunned. She sat on the bed, her hand outstretched in the air, motionless.
After a few breaths, Li Xiatian cried out "Ah!" and struggled to her feet, walking toward Jiang Huai, who was lying face down on the ground.
With difficulty, Li Xiatian squatted down and reached out to touch Jiang Huai, whose body was warm and smelled strongly of blood.
It took Li Xiatian a lot of effort to straighten Jiang Huai's body. She sat on the ground, holding Jiang Huai in her arms. The blood on Jiang Huai's chest instantly stained her clothes.
With a "plop," a large, glistening tear fell onto Jiang Huai's face.
His eyes remained open, fixed on Li Xiatian, but they were devoid of any light.
He died.
Jiang Huai is dead.
He died at the hands of his wife, Li Xiatian.
More and more tears fell on Jiang Huai's face. Li Xiatian's suppressed, broken sobs gradually became hysterical, and finally sounded like a female ghost wailing in agony.
Li Xiatian held Jiang Huai's still-warm body tightly, feeling the passing of life and the stickiness of blood. A huge grief and guilt swallowed her up like an abyss.
The baby in the womb seemed to sense this extreme tragedy, and began to move violently, bringing waves of tearing pain.
She killed him.
She killed the father of her own child with her own hands.
Outside the window, the setting sun, like blood, bathed the room in a poignant red glow, reflecting this tragic human drama.
Li Xiatian, holding Jiang Huai's corpse, sat in a pool of blood, as if transformed into a despairing stone statue.
What should we do in the future?
What should I do about my child?
How should she face Li Shiyue?
How is she going to face this world?
No one could give her an answer.
Only the gradually cooling corpse in his arms and the dagger in Jiang Huai's chest silently told the story of what had just happened.
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