She pressed the corners of her eyes with her handkerchief:
"We watched Ping An grow up, but we didn't realize she had such a deep obsession in her heart."
Hearing this, Qin Ying's body, which was leaning against the windowsill, trembled slightly, and the light in the room outlined her thin figure.
Thinking of Fu Hanzhou who was still unconscious in the hospital and his pale face, her heart suddenly tightened and her stomach spasmed sharply.
She bit her tongue tightly and pinched the wrinkles of her clothes with both hands, barely able to steady her trembling voice:
"She thought she could get love by killing all obstacles. From framing me for cheating with a handkerchief to setting a fire to 'save' Han Zhou, every step she took was to get Han Zhou."
Her eyes became cold and sharp, like a poisoned blade:
"But she doesn't understand that love can't be bought through conspiracy and killing."
Xu Jinshu wanted to reach out and comfort her, but his hand was suspended in mid-air and he finally just sighed softly:
"Don't worry too much, Hanzhou will definitely wake up."
Her voice was soft, with a hint of uncertain expectation, more like she was comforting herself.
The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the water vapor made the dark night even more impenetrable. Fu Qixun withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at the two tired people, their old faces full of complicated expressions.
He sighed again, but his tone was as firm as iron:
"After so many years of comradeship, I still misjudged him. But the law is never wrong and will not disregard anyone's life."
The warm yellow light seemed dim and weak against the backdrop of the rain, illuminating only the tired but resolute faces of the three people.
This mystery caused by paranoia will eventually have its due ending as the truth emerges.
At this time, Gu Zhenhua and his wife were walking back slowly in the rain in a daze, letting the rain and cold air hit their bodies, as if they were completely unaware.
Their silhouettes became smaller and smaller in the rain curtain, appearing so lonely and desolate.
Raindrops fell along the eaves, creating ripples on the ground. After an unknown amount of time, the distraught couple finally reached the door of their home.
When I opened the door, damp steam and a chill rushed into the room.
Xi Caiqin curled up on the faded sofa, her eyes fixed on the crumpled piece of letter in her husband's hand. The house was silent with only the sound of rain hitting the window.
I don't know what he has been writing since he came back.
She didn't ask, her mind was full of thoughts about what to do with Ping An, and whether it was too late.
Gu Zhenhua sat at the coffee table opposite her. The epaulettes of his military uniform had been removed at some point, revealing empty shoulder straps that looked like two shocking wounds.
"Fu Qixun didn't even pour us a cup of tea."
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