Chi Xinyao smiled and took her best friend Jin Xiangyu's hand, patting it gently. She teased, "Xiangyu, you, you, remember when you were young, you weren't like this. Back then, you always said that as long as the children were happy, that was more important than anything else."
"Why do you seem to worry about these things more as you get older? This is not like the pampered Miss Jin who used to be."
"Watching my children grow up one by one, I can't help but feel anxious as a mother."
Jin Xiangyu sighed, then smiled with relief. She grasped Chi Xinyao's hand and said with emotion, "But you're right, I should relax."
Her gaze swept gently over her children, her tone full of love and trust.
"They are all good children, and each of them is blessed with their own destiny. They will surely find the best and happiest future for themselves."
Amidst the laughter and joy, those former enemies met their final end.
A few days later, the Haicheng Court held a final public hearing and delivered a verdict in Zhang Weiguo's case.
Given that the facts of the crime are clear, the evidence is conclusive, and the methods used were cruel, causing extremely negative social impact.
Zhang Weiguo was sentenced to death for intentional homicide, and the sentence was to be carried out immediately.
The news sent shockwaves through the entire city of Haicheng.
Some people sighed, while others expressed their feelings.
It's more about understanding.
After all, that family back then...
Indeed, death is the best relief.
Upon hearing the news, Zhang Weimin got drunk at home, hugged his wife and children, and cried like a child.
This family was finally freed in the most tragic way.
After a brief period of grief, Shi Fangfang felt a sense of relief and ease.
Looking at her husband, who was finally free from his gloomy expression, and her lively and adorable child, she felt for the first time that the future might not seem so hopeless after all.
Thank you, Uncle.
On the day of the execution, in the cold prison, Ye Nian'an saw Zhang Weiguo for the last time.
The man before me was dressed in prison clothes, his head shaved, but his weathered face was surprisingly calm, even carrying a hint of relief.
The last rays of sunlight shone through the iron bars, casting a complex expression on his face.
Upon seeing Ye Nian'an, Zhang Weiguo was taken aback at first, then gave a self-deprecating laugh.
“I didn’t expect you to actually come. I was thinking that if I could see you one last time before I die, that would be God’s last wish for me.”
Ye Nian'an looked at him calmly: "I have an obligation to see your end."
For Ye Nian'an, who was imprisoned, tortured, and ultimately died in despair in her past life, and for herself in this life, who has finally broken free of her shackles and been reborn.
Zhang Weiguo remained silent for a long time, his Adam's apple bobbing, before finally uttering three words with difficulty: "I'm sorry..."
He raised his head, his cloudy eyes filled with a hint of pleading and inquiry.
"Nian'an, if back then... if I had discussed it with you properly and respected you before bringing them back from the army... would everything have been different?"
You're wrong.
Ye Nian'an's answer was crisp and decisive, shattering all his unrealistic fantasies: "Before you came back, I had already decided to break off our engagement and go to the person I truly love."
These words were like a sharp blade, piercing through the last bit of self-righteousness in Zhang Weiguo's heart.
He swayed, as if all his strength had been drained away.
"so……"
"You've never had any feelings for me, have you? Back then... it was really just to survive, you were forced into it?"
"yes."
Ye Nian'an's eyes were absolutely certain, without the slightest hesitation or pity.
Having received the answer he wanted, Zhang Weiguo was completely devastated.
Two streams of murky tears slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the cold ground.
He cried, weeping for the absurdity and stubbornness of his entire life.
But then he laughed.
The smile held a hint of embarrassment, but mostly it was a blessing.
"So that's how it is... I see..."
He muttered to himself, as if speaking to Ye Nian'an, or perhaps to himself.
"The person I owe the most to in this life is you. It's alright, it's alright this way..."
Zhang Weiguo raised his head and looked at Ye Nian'an with an unprecedentedly solemn gaze.
"If God will grant me, a dying man, my last wish, I hope... that you, Ye Nian'an, may live a lifetime of happiness, health, peace, and joy."
Urged on by the prison guards, Zhang Weiguo was taken away.
He didn't turn around; his back view was resolute yet desolate.
Ye Nian'an stood still until a muffled gunshot rang out in the distance, piercing through the high wall and reaching her ears.
The voice was like a key, suddenly unlocking the deepest shackles of her soul.
The heavy, dark memories of his past life, filled with blood and tears, shattered at this moment and turned into dust.
Ye Nian'an slowly closed her eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, they were clear and bright.
The tragedy of her past life was completely reconciled with her at this moment.
From now on, with mountains high and seas wide, she will live a peaceful and new life that belongs only to her.
Perhaps, it was fate.
At the moment Zhang Weiguo was shot and killed.
At that moment, Li Dahong, who had suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, stopped breathing completely.
This mother and son, in different ways, yet at the same time, went to the underworld together!
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