After they left, Ji Sihan looked at Uncle Zhou who was standing aside and turned pale with fright: "Call a doctor for Alan."
Uncle Zhou nodded quickly: "Okay, I'll call the doctor right away..."
Uncle Zhou quickly walked out. Alan, who was lying on the ground unable to move, turned his eyes with difficulty and looked at Ji Sihan.
When he saw that his right hand, wrapped in gauze, was bleeding profusely from holding the gun just now, his expression trembled slightly.
"Mr. Ji, let me help you stop the bleeding first."
She wanted to push herself up, but he stopped her with a cold voice: "No need."
Ji Sihan dropped these words, turned around and walked to the sofa to sit down. His indifferent eyes looked coldly at the afterglow of the setting sun.
Alan saw that his eyes were dim and dull, as if they had lost the color of life and could no longer be bright.
Seeing Ji Sihan like this, a deep sense of guilt suddenly surged into my heart...
She opened her mouth, which was red from being slapped by the belt, and apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ji..."
She had always thought that he didn't care about Miss Shu, until he said to her in such a helpless tone on the phone:
Alan, it’s okay if others don’t know, don’t you know too?
Only then did she realize that he cared about Miss Shu very much, but he just hid that care deep in his heart.
However, because of her wanton speculation, he was unaware of Miss Shu's physical condition and missed the last time he spent with her.
It was also because of her deliberate concealment that he did not see Miss Shu for the last time, leaving them separated from each other with regret.
Thinking of this, Alan felt a sense of guilt in his heart: "Mr. Ji, I'm sorry for you, and I'm even more sorry for Miss Shu. If it weren't for the fact that I caused Miss Shu to offend Lian Xingruo, she wouldn't have died so early.
, I killed her..."
Hot tears shed from the injured corners of her eyes, but she still apologized loudly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Ji Sihan glanced at her indifferently, his voice was as cold as snow as usual, but it was mixed with deep weakness: "I don't blame you, it was me who slapped her and made her fall on the nail, so I accelerated her
The death of..."
After he finished speaking, he raised his bloodshot peach blossom eyes and looked at her quietly: "Alan, I killed her..."
The voice he pretended to be calm was full of despair, as if he had killed his beloved with his own hands and would never be able to get out of it.
Alan looked at him in disbelief.
She thought it was Lian Xingruoxia's killer, but she didn't expect it was him.
No wonder he blamed himself so much that he committed suicide by slitting his wrists in front of Miss Shu's grave. It turned out that he was the one who caused the last blow.
Alan wanted to ask if he did it to protect Miss Shu, but he felt that the answer was not important now.
Miss Shu has passed away, and he will always live with guilt and the pain of losing her...
Alan fell silent, and Ji Sihan also withdrew his gaze and slowly looked at the afterglow outside the window.
He seemed to be waiting for the night to fall. As the light outside dimmed, the hatred in his eyes became deeper.
It wasn't until Uncle Zhou came in with the doctor that he stood up and left. His back was so arrogant that it seemed like he was the only one left in the world.
Ji Sihan came to the study, opened the locked drawer, and took out a gold-bronze mask and a box of cyan plant juice.
He picked up the brush and pointed it toward his neck, describing the appearance of Qinglong one stroke after another...
After finishing the painting, he picked up his cell phone and made a call.
The other party quickly connected and asked respectfully: "Sir, what are your orders?"
He stared coldly at the dark night outside the window and said coldly: "Aze, tonight's target is Lian Xingruo and Ning Wan."