Chapter 206 The Soul is Broken
Li Wan screamed in horror: "No! Don't touch my daughter!"
She rushed over desperately, trying to stop Hu Jun. She reached out to hug her daughter, but was pushed away rudely by Hu Jun.
But it was too late.
Hu Jun picked up the baby and a creepy smile appeared on his face.
There was not a trace of fatherly love in that smile, only twisted malice and madness.
Li Wan cried out in despair and stretched out her hands to get her daughter back.
"Since she is not my child, there is no need for her to live in this world!"
Hu Jun's voice was hoarse and cold, like a demon from hell.
He laughed and let go of her hand.
The small figure drew a tragic arc in the air.
Then, it fell heavily to the marble floor.
A muffled sound, accompanied by the baby's crying that suddenly stopped, instantly tore Li Wan's heart.
The world seemed to stop at this moment.
She watched helplessly as her daughter, the little life she had protected with her own life, disappeared before her eyes.
Her heart was broken, her soul was broken.
Li Wan stood there blankly, staring at her daughter on the ground without blinking.
Bright red blood spread from under my daughter's small body like a blooming flower of death.
Her mind went blank, her ears were buzzing, and she could hear nothing.
She felt as if her soul had been pulled out of her body, leaving only endless emptiness and despair.
Then, a shrill scream broke the silence of the night sky.
"ah--"
Li Wan went crazy.
She rushed to her daughter's small body, hugged her tightly, felt her body gradually getting cold, and cried hysterically.
"My child! My child!"
She touched the child's little face with shaking hands, she cried in despair, she didn't know what to do, she was extremely helpless...
She called her daughter's name over and over again, but she could no longer hear her daughter's response.
Her eyes were empty and hopeless, and she was begging the gods and Buddhas in her heart. She was willing to exchange her life for her child...
Her world completely collapsed at this moment.
The only meaning of her life also disappeared.
She held her daughter's completely cold little body in her arms in the empty room, feeling numb and sad.
Hu Jun's hands dropped weakly, his arms felt empty, and only the remaining baby's body temperature reminded him of what had just happened.
The numbness caused by alcohol began to wear off, and the cold reality came flooding in like a tide, drowning him.
He looked down blankly and saw the small, motionless body in his wife's arms. The bright red blood was like an enchanting flower, blooming on the white ground.
There were still traces of tears on my daughter's face, and her eyes were slightly closed, as if she was accusing the world of being cruel.
Hu Jun's stomach churned and he staggered back, falling onto the sofa. He covered his face with his trembling hands and let out a painful groan.
Fear was like an invisible giant hand, tightly strangling his throat and making it impossible for him to breathe.
What did he do?
He killed someone!
This thought was like a bolt of lightning, piercing his reason and making him tremble all over.
Li Wan's screams were still echoing in his ears, like cries from hell, tearing at his nerves over and over again.
He wanted to escape, wanted to forget it all, but found that he couldn't do it at all.
His daughter's small figure was like a heavy brand, deeply imprinted in his mind and could not be erased.
He raised his head and saw Li Wan, like a madman, holding her daughter's cold body and crying hysterically.
Her eyes were empty and hopeless, like a puppet without a soul.
Hu Jun was filled with an indescribable irritation. He stood up suddenly, pointed at Li Wan and shouted, "Shut up! It's all your fault! You killed her!"
His voice was hoarse and sharp, with a hint of hysteria.
He didn't want to admit his mistakes, he needed a scapegoat to alleviate his guilt.
"If it wasn't for you, how could she have died! It's all your fault! You cheated on me and gave birth to a bastard!"
He roared incoherently, putting all the blame on Li Wan.
Li Wan seemed not to hear his words. She just held her daughter's body tightly, staring ahead with empty eyes, and kept muttering: "My child... my child..."
Her voice grew weaker and weaker, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any moment.
Hu Jun became even more annoyed when he saw her like this.
"She's dead, so she's dead! Don't ever mention her again!"
He rudely interrupted Li Wan's crying, his tone cold and ruthless.
Li Wan slowly raised her head, and a frightening light flashed in her empty eyes.
"You...are not worthy of being her father..."
Her voice was hoarse and low, like a curse from hell.
"People like you... should not die a good death..."
She spoke word by word, and every word was like a sharp knife piercing into Hu Jun's heart.
"Why do you have children? Even God couldn't stand it anymore and took your children back..."
"You will never have children again in your life, and you deserve to go to hell!"
Li Wan's words were like a thunder, exploding in Hu Jun's ears.
He felt as if his soul was being torn apart, and an uncontrollable rage gushed out from the depths of his heart.
"Shut up!"
He roared, grabbed the fruit knife on the table and rushed towards Li Wan.
Under the influence of alcohol, his movements became clumsy and crazy.
"Shut up! You bastard! Shut up!"
The knife flashed, and shocking wounds appeared on Li Wan's face and body.
She did not dodge or resist, but instinctively protected her daughter's body in her arms and silently endured Hu Jun's crazy attack.
The cold blade ravaged her body and she felt her life slipping away, but she was not afraid. There was only endless despair and numbness in her heart.
She has lost the meaning of living, and death may be a relief for her.
Hu Jun's knife hit Li Wan again and again, blood splattered and dyed the white floor red.
He was like a beast that had lost its mind, venting his fear and anger madly.
He didn't know how many times he had stabbed her, nor did he know whether Li Wan was dead or not.
He just swung the knife in his hand mechanically until he was exhausted and collapsed to the ground.
The room was dead silent, with only the strong smell of blood filling the air.
Hu Jun looked at the bloodied face of the girl lying on the ground holding the child, and he seemed to be able to feel the hatred soaked in her blood.
His body was shaking and his soul was struggling.
What on earth is he doing?
"By the way, what kind of punishment should these two people receive?"