Chapter 815: Chapter 819 This Kind of Love
He had died so quickly.
He suddenly remembered the words the man had said to him in the cave, “You protect her so much, it’s obvious you really love her, and since that’s the case, let Fang Mingzhu go before you, so you can die in peace.”
That man had really kept his word.
The little girl he doted on like a daughter, who always acted coquettishly towards him, had indeed died before him.
That man had such a cruel heart.
Such a beautiful and lovely little girl, and he had actually managed to go through with it.
Everyone says I am cruel and insane, but isn’t that man cruel and insane too?
He hated Gu Junzhu to death.
He wished he could get up from the bed, find Gu Junzhu, and riddle him with bullets.
But the fact was, he could only lie on the hospital bed, barely breathing, enduring relentless agony, unable to move at all.
He closed his eyes, suddenly feeling some regret.
If he hadn’t been so confident in his exceptional abilities, he should have just helped Fang Mingzhu kill.
That way, Fang Mingzhu wouldn’t have died, and he himself could have lived well.
Perhaps, what those two women had said was right.
In the next life, I should be a good person.
Evildoers really do receive their retribution.
Another wave of intense pain swept over him, making him tremble all over, yet he couldn’t make a sound.
He closed his eyes in despair, not knowing how much longer he would have to endure this living hell before he left this world.
Amidst the pain, he thought to himself again, that man… he’s truly ruthless…
He suffered in this agony for three more days.
Three days later, he finally got his wish. Due to a severe infection and rotting throughout his body, rescue efforts were futile, and he left this world.
An hour after his death, Gu Junzhu held the information from the hospital in his hands, sighed slowly, and placed Guo Mu’s death notification in front of Qiao Yi’s memorial portrait.
Beneath Guo Mu’s death notice was the obituary issued during the Fang family’s organization of Fang Mingzhu’s funeral.
He stood in front of Qiao Yi’s memorial portrait, silently gazing at the lively smile on her face in the portrait.
Both enemies had died.
His heart suddenly felt very empty.
Far from feeling any relief, it weighed even heavier.
He had avenged Qiao Yi.
He had ensured that the murderer who killed Qiao Yi didn’t die a good death.
Qiao Yi had left this world forever, never to return…
Ye Xingbei walked over with a cup of tea in his hand and handed it to him.
He silently drank half of it, then set the cup aside.
Ye Xingbei gently embraced him, his cheek nestled into his shoulder, and softly said, “Yiyi’s vengeance has been avenged, and you should move on from this matter. The dead have passed, and the living still have their duties and responsibilities, and must continue to live well. Although this saying is cliché, it holds true… Gu Junzhu, you are not a weak person, I believe you can.”
Move on from the loss of Qiao Yi.
And from the guilt of not having protected Qiao Yi well.
Gu Junzhu closed his eyes, raised his arms to embrace her, and gently kissed the top of her head, “I’m fine, believe me.”
Ye Xingbei nodded, tightening the arms she held him with, “Mhm, I’ve always believed in you.”
That night, they both bathed early and went to bed.
Ye Xingbei held Gu Junzhu’s hand, closed her eyes, and listened to the even breathing of Gu Junzhu beside her, seeming as if he had fallen asleep, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.