Xin Chun was so frightened that she stepped back, her face turning completely pale, and kept muttering, "I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to..."
Her blood ran cold as she watched Xin Zikai's brains spill out more and more. She shook her head, her expression dazed, "It's all your fault. You hit me first. You couldn't stand up. I didn't hit you hard. It wasn't me. I didn't mean to. It's your own fault..."
She trembled all over, staring at Xin Zikai with horrified eyes, her breathing erratic.
After about ten minutes, the winter wind howled outside. She slowly came to her senses and, with trembling hands, checked his breathing again, but there was still no movement.
She abruptly withdrew her hand, shivering with fear.
After a while, she stood up, leaning against the wall, and gradually calmed down. She ran upstairs to the second floor and brought down a giant suitcase.
She dragged Xin Zikai's heavy body into the suitcase, tied his hands and feet behind his back with rope to reduce the space so that he could fit inside, then went to the kitchen to get a cloth to wipe the floor, and threw the blood-stained cloth into the suitcase as well.
After closing her suitcase, her entire back was soaked with sweat, and her forehead was also covered in cold sweat.
She looked at the box, swallowed hard, her mind a jumble of thoughts as she tried to figure out what to do with it.
Bury it or throw it into the sea?
Driving out this late at night will likely attract attention.
Should we postpone it until tomorrow?
No, no, things could go wrong if we wait too long.
After thinking it over, Xin Chun dragged her suitcase to the backyard and picked up a hoe to dig a hole.
After digging for a while, she heard a noise, which seemed to be coming from the suitcase. She looked at it in horror, and after listening for a while, she confirmed that the sound was coming from inside the suitcase. It sounded like a struggle, and Xin Zikai even made a faint cry for help.
He's not dead yet, he's still alive!
Xin Chun quickly squatted down to open the suitcase, but hesitated halfway through.
If she is taken to the hospital now, the doctor will definitely know what happened, and if he calls the police, she will not survive.
No, she can't go to jail!
Xin Chun shuddered and picked up the hoe to dig the soil again. The soil in the backyard had just been loosened and trees had been planted, so digging it up wasn't difficult.
After an hour, she dug out a square pit and pushed her suitcase in. There was a loud noise coming from inside, clearly indicating a fierce struggle.
She squatted down, reached out and stroked the suitcase, and said in a low, sinister voice, "Dad, you should reunite with Mom soon. Don't you miss her? I'll grant your wish. Stop making a fuss."
The person inside the suitcase seemed to have exhausted their strength, and their struggles became weak.
Xin Chun got up and carefully buried the soil back in, layer by layer, until the suitcase was completely still.
To make the soil level, she leveled it before burying the entire structure.
A sudden clap of thunder sounded in the sky, and a downpour began. Ignoring the fact that she was soaking wet, she finished everything in the dark courtyard before finally going inside, dripping wet.
She took some alcohol from the bathroom and rubbed her hands with it to disinfect them; the broken skin on her palms burned with pain.
The more pain she felt, the clearer her mind became, and she vividly remembered what had happened more than an hour earlier.
"Dad, Dad..." Xin Chun squatted down, hugged her knees, and began to sob.
Tonight, everything was fine, how did things turn out like this? It's all Luo Xikui's fault. It was Luo Xikui's words that upset her and made her go drinking. She got drunk and that's when the accident happened.
It was an accident, and it was Luo Xikui's fault!
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