That shadowy figure has reached Mrs. Yue. Yan Qingsi could only watch helplessly as the cold gleam of the knife disappeared in an instant.
Yan Qingsi’s pupil dilated. All sounds seemed to be distant, and the actions of people around her slowed down.
She heard Yue Tingfeng shouting: “Ma…”
She saw Mrs. Yue’s body falling slowly to the ground, like a kite with its strings cut.
At that moment, Yan Qingsi’s mind was blank, as though she was separated from this world.
Yue Tingfeng rushed forward and held onto Mrs. Yue, kicking that shadowy figure aside.
The hotel security guards were rushing quickly to the scene, pinning the assailant, made a police report, and called the ambulance.
In the middle of the night, the originally quiet hotel entrance was suddenly a bustling scene.
The assailant that was pinned to the ground muttered crazily: “She’s dead, dead…I really killed her…”
A knife was stuck in Mrs. Yue’s abdomen, blood gushing outwards from the wound. Her face was as white as a sheet of paper. The pain caused her body to go through bouts of cramps and her facial features tightly knit together.
Mrs. Yue’s was slowly losing touch with her senses along with the blood flowing out of her body.
Yue Tingfeng’s arms and legs were cold. He held onto Mrs. Yue’s hand, trembling. He tried very hard to smile, but it did not come. He said: “Ma…don’t panic, don’t panic. Everything is going to be okay. It’s just a little blood, it’s okay, it’s okay…”
Mrs. Yue was in so much pain that she could not speak. She took the chance while she was still conscious to look over and see how Yan Qingsi was holding up.
Yue Tingfeng took a quick look at Yan Qingsi, who was dumbstruck, quickly comforted Mrs. Yue: “Ma, Qingsi, Qingsi is fine…she’s fine. You just focus on yourself for now. The ambulance will be here shortly…”
Yue Tingfeng’s hand pressed on the wound, trying his best to slow down the blood loss.
The scent of blood in the air was getting stronger over time. Yan Qingsi felt as though she was plunged into a body of water without bottom, ever sinking. That fear wrapped around her tightly, the scarlet blood flowing out of Mrs. Yue’s body, along with the blood from her mother’s body in the past slowly intertwined and merged together.
Yan Qingsi wanted to say: “Mother, don’t die, don’t leave me alone. I’m scared…”
She opened her mouth, but her voice failed her. Her throat felt as though someone pinched her throat shut, an uncomfortable blockage, with the feeling of suffocation getting stronger…
Yue Tingfeng observed that Yan Qingsi’s face was losing color, with some faint rotting green color mixed with her ashen face. Her body was trembling nonstop. He gritted his teeth and shouted: “Yan Qingsi, wake up…Yan Qingsi, my Ma wants to see you, get over here.”
Yue Tingfeng’s voice broke Yan Qingsi’s trance. She shivered, bent over gasping for air, then slowly stood up with a hand on her chest.
Yan Qingsi wanted to have a look at Mrs. Yue, but she was afraid. She was nervous…scared of looking at Mrs. Yue.
Yan Qingsi turned around to look at the assailant that was pinned to the ground, her gaze calmed down slowly while her face started to show a killing intent that grew stronger by the second.
Yan Qingsi silently walked over and pushed aside the person holding down the assailant. She grabbed the assailant by the messy hair and finally got to see the assailant’s face: “It’s you…”
Yan Qingsi did not expect it to be Yan Mingzhu. She somehow managed to escape from the asylum. How did she escape?
Yan Mingzhu looked as though she was really crazy. She was laughing stupidly while continuously muttering: “Yan Qingsi is dead, dead…I killed her…I finally killed her…”
Her voice was already hoarse from all the screaming in the asylum and the medication. That was why Yan Qingsi could not identify her.