Qianqian's stomach was bleeding profusely. She pressed the wound tightly, hoping to finish her last words. Her face was pale, her lips were purple, and she struggled to speak in a weak voice.
Boyi held Qianqian in his arms and ran out desperately.
"If I were that boy, I would definitely marry this girl and give her a home, because in this world, besides love, there is also something called responsibility."
Boyi breathlessly told Qianqian what was in his heart. After listening to him, Qianqian raised the corners of her mouth and showed her one last smile.
"It's a pity that it's too late to say anything now. If there is an afterlife, I must meet you sooner and give birth to a child of our own with you."
After Qianqian finished speaking, she closed her eyes with a smile, and her hands that were covering her stomach dropped down.
"Qianqian, Qianqian..."
Boyi fell to his knees on the ground with a thud, tears streaming down his face. He hugged Qianqian, who still had body temperature, tightly in his arms, calling Qianqian's name over and over again.
At this moment, he was heartbroken. Confirming that Qianqian was no longer breathing, he looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, his voice piercing the sky and reaching the clouds.
It was already dark at this time. Boyi was kneeling in the grass outside the abandoned factory building, holding Qianqian's still warm body.
After a burst of heart-wrenching cries, Boyi was so heartbroken that he lost the ability to cry. He held Qianqian in his arms, tightly, with Qianqian's head buried deeply in his arms. He stared at the sky in a daze, distraught.
Changgeng Star, the first star to rise in the sky, was so dazzling. Boyi stared intently at the twinkling Changgeng Star.
Legend has it that after a person dies, their soul will turn into a star in the starry sky, quietly watching the person they loved before they died.
Boyi looked at the stars that kept blinking at him, and talked to them in a soliloquy, "Qianqian, is that you? Are you smiling at me? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault for not being able to protect you."
Boyi had no time to think about what Qianqian said before she died. Now he was blaming himself, blaming himself for not being able to save her from Wang Hao's clutches, and blaming Qianqian for losing her life because of him.
He was so sad. The heart-wrenching pain made it hard for him to breathe. He wanted to cry but was too sad to do so.
It was pitch black all around and only the chirping of insects could be heard.
Shumei finally came over. She turned on the flashlight she had prepared, pushed aside the weeds that were more than half a person's height, and walked towards the abandoned factory building.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and she couldn't help but shiver. The rustling sound in the grass made her heart rise to her throat.
This place is so eerie and scary. There is no one around and it is overgrown with weeds. It is creepy even during the day, let alone at night.
She was so frightened that she stopped, looked around, took a deep breath, and patted her chest lightly.
"Don't be afraid. People can scare people to death. There are no ghosts in the world. The ghosts are in people's hearts."
It would have been fine if she hadn't said it, but the word "ghost" sent her trembling with fear. Another breeze rustled through the grass. She screamed and took off running, stumbling towards the abandoned factory building.
She shone the flashlight around the factory and walked inside to search. She was afraid of alerting the kidnappers, so she walked very quietly and didn't dare to shout.
After searching inside and outside and finding no one, she finally called out, "Boyi, Boyi, where are you? Are you there? Qianqian, Qianqian, are you there?"
Only then did she notice the wet stuff on the ground. She squatted down, picked up a little with her hand, and put it to her nose and smelled it.
Even though there was too much dust mixed in with the blood, the smell of blood was still not masked. As soon as she sniffed it, she knew it was blood.
"Is it blood?"
She shone her flashlight forward and looked around. Blood was flowing out from the factory door in intermittent clumps.
Shumei's heart suddenly tightened, and a bad premonition came over her.
She ran out of the factory like mad following the blood trail, using all her strength to shout Boyi and Qianqian's names.
She was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes, and she pulled away the weeds to search frantically.
Outside the factory building were overgrown weeds, and she could only rely on the bloodstains on the blades to search deeper into the weeds. Apart from this, she could not think of a better way to find Boyi and Qianqian.
Although the bloodstains on the grass leaves had dried, the color was still bright. Shumei believed that the injured person should not have gone far.
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