Zhong Li, who had been standing by, suddenly walked towards Han Yaxin in her high heels. She knew Lu Jinghan was the most important person in Han Xi’s life, so neither of them could afford any mishap.
"I’ll jump, life for a life, just let this little girl go."
Zhong Li’s wrist was suddenly grabbed from behind by Gu Nanxi, his sharply defined face wearing a complex expression: "I won’t let you jump."
"President Gu, I’m the one who has nothing holding me back. I’ve owed Xiao Xi far too much in the past, it’s likely I’ll never be able to repay it in this lifetime. As long as this girl can be happy, I’ll do anything."
Han Xi dared not let go of Lu Jinghan now. She feared she might lose him if she slipped even a little, pulling him tightly towards Zhong Li’s side: "Sis, we’re always family. You owe me nothing, and I don’t want you to jump. There must be another way."
Han Yaxin looked at their painful and helpless expressions, her red lips suddenly curled into a smile, sinister like a specter.
"Have you decided yet? My patience is limited."
Lu Jinghan glanced sideways at Han Xi, who was shedding tears like rain, unable to bear letting this girl worry for him. Abruptly, he made a gesture into the air, and the next moment a bullet pierced Han Yaxin’s head, she fell directly to the ground, and bright red blood flowed out from the bullet hole.
For a moment, Han Yaxin felt a sense of liberation, the tears at the corner of her eyes streamed down her nose, dripping onto the cold ground.
Although the armed police had silenced their guns, Song Mengmeng was still scared by the blood everywhere and started crying loudly.
Han Xi rushed over to hold the little one, covering her eyes with her hand: "Meng Meng, don’t be afraid, sister is here... we’re not afraid anymore."
Zhang Min’s vacant eyes stared as she knelt beside Han Yaxin, leaning down to hug her in her arms, muttering incessantly: "Child, it’s all your mother’s fault, I won’t force you anymore in the future."
"I hate you... forever..."
Han Yaxin’s weak voice was blown away by the cold wind, her breaths feeble as she cast a final glance at Zhang Min, her despair-filled pupils brimming with hatred.
Zhang Min touched Han Yaxi’s wind-blown hair with her blood-stained hand softly, a dazed smile forming: "Good girl, it’s time to go home for dinner after school... Mom made your favorite braised pork."
Han Guanghong, with tears streaming down his old face, looked at Han Yaxin lying in the pool of blood, choking on his words, unable to utter a single sentence. Watching his child die in front of him, it felt worse than death.
Lu Jinghan took Song Mengmeng from Han Xi’s embrace, soothing her softly: "Mengmeng, don’t cry, we’re going home now."
Han Xi lifted her head to glance at Han Yaxin lying on the ground, her heart filled with an indescribable feeling.
The armed police quickly arrived, and Gu Nanxi, clutching Zhong Li’s wrist, left with Lu Jinghan and the others.
After stepping out of the mall entrance, Han Xi suddenly stopped and hugged Zhong Li from behind: "Sis, forgive yourself, will you? You really don’t owe me anything anymore. If you had jumped just now, I would have been miserable for a lifetime. You’re someone I’ll always care about, so don’t say you’re someone without attachments anymore. We are forever, forever family."
Zhong Li raised her hand to embrace Han Xi’s neck, feeling warm inside: "Girl, sister will remember."
"Sis, leave the past behind, don’t live in guilt. I’m living very happily now, and I want you to be happy too."