"I don’t understand!" Ning Yichen roared as if his heart were tearing apart, "I don’t understand why only Zhixi was still in the car!"
It was clearly her first time attending such an event.
Whether it was a terrorist attack or an assassination aimed at the President, it originally had nothing to do with her!
Thinking of this, Ning Yichen started to shake all over.
"Yichen, I know you are very upset, and I also..." Ning Ruixin’s throat choked up, "but now is not the time for sorrow!"
"I can’t do it, sister." Ning Yichen’s voice was self-deprecating and hoarse, "that’s why I can never become you."
Ning Ruixin took a deep breath, ignoring him, and calmly started dealing with the scene.
The unconscious President and the First Lady had already been sent to the hospital.
The entire area affected by the explosion had been sealed off.
Vice President Zhuo Yuwei temporarily stepped up to take charge, reassuring the public, and after all, the news that the President was still alive was a strong tonic, calming the boiling public sentiment somewhat.
The burning car wreckage had finally been completely extinguished.
Ning Yichen walked step by step, crouched next to the car wreckage, which was now only a third of its original size, and trembled as he reached out his hand.
However, apart from darkness, he could see nothing.
He saw no bodies, nor any evidence of life.
He painfully grabbed his hair, suddenly filled with immense regret for not staying closer at the time.
Why hadn’t he rushed over immediately and rescued her?
Looking back, the first explosion didn’t seem lethal; it had just knocked them unconscious. Since the President and his wife were alive, Zhixi must have been alive then too.
But the second time...
Ning Yichen dejectedly closed his eyes.
Unnoticed, soft footsteps suddenly sounded behind him.
Sensing something, Ning Yichen stood up, turned around, and saw a dark and tall figure.
His face was expressionless, showing neither grief nor fear, as if he were detached from the entire world.
Yet his gaze fell on that piece of wreckage.
Ning Yichen opened his mouth, trying to say something, but found he could not utter the words.
Impossible, even he didn’t believe it.
Just moments ago, she had still been smiling and waving at everyone. How could she possibly be dead?
It must be... a cruel joke played by the heavens.
He Jingyao took steps forward, came to a stop in front of that piece of wreckage.
It was completely empty inside.
He bent down and picked up a piece of charred metal with his bare hands, his face still void of any expression.
It was too quiet, he thought.
Everything was overly quiet, as if the flow of the entire world had stopped at that moment.
He Jingyao felt that he must be dreaming.
Closing his eyes, the image of Su Zixi smiling at the camera was still crystal clear.
So, this must be a prank, right?
She ultimately didn’t want to stay by his side, to see him die prematurely because of her, so she must have concocted this desperate measure just to make him give up hope.
But no matter, I will definitely find you, no matter where you hide, in heaven or on earth, you won’t escape my grasp.
Did you forget how I managed to keep you by my side step by step? When have you ever been my opponent?
He faintly curled up the corners of his lips, laughter spilling out from his throat.