SFS Chapter 1230 Star Language Wish: If the same thing happens three times, there will be a conclusion
Chapter 1230 Star Language Wish: If the same thing happens three times, there will be a conclusion
She could feel the coldness of the gun barrel penetrating through her clothes and against her pounding heart. The scene in her memory of Yun Han grabbing Su Xingya's hand and shooting herself kept flashing through her mind.
The inevitable knot of fate has been postponed until now. Since it cannot be avoided, I can only face it head-on!
Thinking of this, Su Xingya bit her lower lip tightly to prevent fear from leaking out of her eyes.
Yunhan's expression froze instantly, and the madness and tenderness in his eyes collided violently.
His fingers began to tremble uncontrollably, and the hand holding the gun shrank back slightly, but was driven forward by some obsession: "Are you not afraid of death?"
"Afraid." Su Xingya's voice was choked with sobs, but she still looked directly at Yun Han's constantly changing eyes, "But the grudge between us must end here. All your misfortunes are not caused by us. But no one can stop you from looking in other people's stories. If some price is necessary, there is nothing I can't do!"
Yun Han looked at Su Xingya's stubborn face and suddenly sneered, with madness and curiosity intertwined in his eyes: "Okay, I want to see what tricks you can come up with this time."
Su Xingya regretted what she said as soon as she said it. Looking at Yun Han's bloodshot eyes, her heart was beating wildly in her chest.
Although Yun Han's injury has not healed, he is like a wild beast that can pounce at any time. If he is angered...
She didn't dare to imagine what kind of scene Gu Yunqian would face when he came back. So, she pursed her lips tightly, her body straightened, and stared at him vigilantly, as if she was facing a great enemy.
Seeing that she stopped talking, Yun Han curled his lips and slowly approached her step by step.
The leather shoes stepped on the broken glass on the ground, making tiny crackling sounds, and each sound seemed to be stepping on Su Xingya's nerves.
As the distance got closer, Su Xingya could see his face, which was as pale as paper. Rain kept dripping down the brim of his raincoat, and the clothes inside had already been soaked and stuck to his body.
Her eyes unconsciously fell on the gunshot wound on his chest. The gauze was being soaked by blood bit by bit, spreading out a large area of glaring dark red.
This scene made Su Xingya's heart tremble violently.
Yun Han paused, and as if possessed by a ghost, quickened his pace, forcing Su Xingya to the corner of the wall, and supported his hands on both sides of her head, trapping her in his space.
He greedily breathed in the faint jasmine scent on her body, and his breath sprayed on her ears, causing Su Xingya to tremble all over.
His lips gently brushed her earlobe, and his hoarse voice trembled slightly: "Do you know? The smell of you and her..."
Su Xingya's body was as stiff as ice, feeling his hot breath and dangerous approach, but her brain was working rapidly, looking for a chance to escape.
Her fingertips groped behind her and suddenly touched a pair of sharp scissors - the tool she used to cut the documents this morning.
"How nice it would be if I had known you first..." Yun Han's voice was low and sad. At this moment, the madness in his eyes seemed to fade a lot, leaving only deep regret and attachment.
However, at this moment, Su Xingya gripped the scissors without hesitation and stabbed him hard at the gunshot wound!
"Ah!" Yun Han let out a heart-wrenching roar and his body twitched violently.
His pupils suddenly contracted due to the severe pain, but a strange sense of relief emerged on his face, and he even pulled a twisted smile from the corner of his mouth: "So... this is the feeling..."
Blood gushed out of the wound like a fountain, soaking his shirt and staining Su Xingya's hands red.
Su Xingya was so shocked by the smile that her whole body trembled, but she did not stop what she was doing.
She stabbed several more times randomly, the scissors stirring back and forth in the flesh and blood, each stab was filled with fear and determination.
The gaps between her nails were filled with warm blood, and the pungent smell of blood filled her nostrils, but she bit her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from whimpering.
"Don't get up... Don't get up..." She whispered tremblingly, afraid that the man in front of her would suddenly jump up and take away her only weapon in the next second.
“Why…” Yun Han’s voice became weaker and weaker, blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were surprisingly calm.
He slowly slid down to sit on the ground, his back against the wall, and looked at Su Xingya with no anger in his eyes, only relief and a subtle envy, "This... is also good..."
His head tilted weakly to one side, and he uttered intermittent sounds from his throat, "At least... you are not trapped like her..."
Su Xingya burst into tears, and the scissors in her hand fell to the ground with a clang. She gasped for breath, watching Yun Han lose his life bit by bit, but her body was still shaking uncontrollably.
Rather than the fear of hurting someone with her own hands, she was more afraid of living under the shadow of being retaliated against at any time for the rest of her life.
The smell of gasoline in the warehouse and the dark memories of the farmhouse surged up at this moment. She clenched her fists and dug her nails deep into her palms: "I will never give you the chance to hurt me again... Never..."
Su Xingya just stared at Yun Han, watching him curled up in a pool of blood and trembling.
The man let out a dying gurgling sound from his throat, but a faint smile was still on the corner of his mouth, and her bloodstained face was reflected in his turbid pupils.
Heavy rain hit the broken French windows, and rain mixed with blood meandered on the tiles, outlining a strange picture of death.
"Don't move! Police!" Amid the shrill sirens, Gu Yunqian led a team of police officers to break into the room.
The beam of a powerful flashlight pierced through the darkness, sweeping across Su Xingya's stiff figure amid the mess on the ground.
She knelt there, soaked all over, her hair stuck to her pale face, her hand still holding the scissors, like a frozen sculpture.
"Xingya!" Gu Yunqian's voice was filled with tearing fear. He rushed through the cordon, and when the police surrounded Yunhan, he hugged Su Xingya into his arms.
The scissors in her hand fell to the ground with a clang. He quickly covered her eyes and wiped the dried blood on her cheek with his fingertips.
Don’t look, don’t look…” His voice was trembling as he pressed her face into his rain-soaked chest. The fabric of his suit was already stained with large, glaring stains. Gu Yunqian’s words were full of concern for Su Xingya, but his drooping eyes emitted two sinister rays of light.
Yun Han's eyes gradually became unfocused, and his hands kept moving as if he wanted to grab something, until he had exhausted his last bit of strength. Before his expression became unfocused, he clearly saw the two figures intertwined!
Is it true that no matter how many times I come, I will always be the one who gets hurt?
Su Xingya finally smelled the familiar scent of cedar, and her tense nerves snapped instantly. Her body collapsed as if falling apart, and she heard shouts one after another: "Call an ambulance! The suspect's vital signs are declining!"
Before the darkness and exhaustion overwhelmed her, the last thing she heard was Gu Yunqian whispering in her ear: "I'm here, I'm here..."
The smell of disinfectant was the first to seep into her consciousness. Su Xingya's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes. In the halo of the incandescent light, Gu Yunqian's face went from blurry to clear.
There was blue stubble on his chin, dark circles under his eyes, and his suit had been replaced with home clothes, with half-dried coffee stains on his collar.
"Awake?" His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper, but a gentle smile rose at the corner of his mouth. Without waiting for her to speak, he handed the warm water to her lips and gently supported the back of her neck with his fingertips.