Chapter 433: Chapter 433: Can Be Reborn in an Era Where the Tragedy Did Not Occur Chapter 433: Chapter 433: Can Be Reborn in an Era Where the Tragedy Did Not Occur However, one couldn’t help but admire Lin Qinghuan’s psychological endurance. Her expression flickered only momentarily before she covered her face and began to sob.
While crying, she said, “…he was killed by one of the men in black. I couldn’t save him, it’s all my fault…”
An Xiaotong comforted her, “It’s okay, it’s already very fortunate that we survived. Zhan Yanxiang has always been good to you, and I believe he would not blame you…”
Lin Qinghuan’s sobbing paused for a moment, then continued.
At that time, a middle-aged woman entered, dressed elegantly with an air of arrogance about her brow. Seeing Lin Qinghuan crying, her brow furrowed with displeasure, “What’s the matter with you, crying ? Stop it, you’ll aggravate your wounds and they will need to be redressed.”
Gu Qiaoqiao spoke apologetically, “I’m sorry, we were just talking about Zhan Yanxiang, and Qinghuan started crying. If I had known, I wouldn’t have mentioned it…”
The woman was Lin Qinghuan’s mother, and she looked at her daughter with hidden resentment. Don’t you know your own body? Why cry over someone who doesn’t matter? And not one of those three girls is sobbing and wailing…
Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud.
She went over to her daughter’s hospital bed to check on Lin Qinghuan’s shoulder, relieved to see that it was alright.
Gu Qiaoqiao looked at Lin Qinghuan and whispered, “You should focus on your recovery. We’re leaving now and will come to see you again in a few days.”
Lin Qinghuan made no effort to keep them there, but lay weakly on the hospital bed.
She waved at Gu Qiaoqiao and the others as a gesture of farewell, a stark contrast to how she’d been when talking about Qin Yize earlier.
Gu Qiaoqiao walked to the door of the hospital room, then suddenly stopped, turning back to look inside.
Then, her gaze met with Lin Qinghuan’s.
Lin Qinghuan was startled.
Gu Qiaoqiao, however, curled her lips into a smile, one that held a hint of something sinister.
Frightened, Lin Qinghuan’s eyes widened before hastily looking away.
Gu Qiaoqiao turned around, a chill in her brow.
Those who were in league with Ning Wanru, especially those who had a good relationship with her, as well as those who harbored thoughts about Qin Yize were, in her book of life, her enemies.
And the events of the previous day were not only doubted by her but also by Qin Yize.
If the ambush had been targeted at her, then Lin Qinghuan’s loud outcry would have made sense.
As for the actions of those men, perhaps, in Lin Qinghuan’s view, they were decided spontaneously.
That’s why she appeared so normal at the beginning.
Zhan Yanxiang’s death could well be because he discovered something and was silenced.
And all of this bore a striking resemblance to the time her father was thrown into the river.
It was like a group acting individually, not interfering with one another, making it easier to rectify the situation and dissociate themselves from any trouble.
It was also the signature modus operandi of Ning Wanru.
Gu Qiaoqiao walked down the hospital hallway.
Her heart still felt heavy.
One could say that, to some extent, it was her, Gu Qiaoqiao, who had brought this upon them.
Then, did that mean she could no longer have friends from now on?
Even though her suspicions might align perfectly with the truth, the lack of evidence meant allowing the guilty to continue walking free.
Gu Qiaoqiao’s expression darkened, a shadow crossing her eyes.
As she looked at the last room where they had tried to resuscitate Zhan Yanxiang, she thought to herself: I hope you can rebirth into a time where this tragedy never occurred, and hope you can lead a good life after avenging yourself.
But that would be a story unfolding in another dimension, wouldn’t it?