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As the veil covering her head was slowly lifted, Zhao Xinru raised her gaze to see the groom's face. In an instant, the red apple she had been holding, symbolizing good fortune, slipped from her grasp and rolled away on the ground.
“It’s you!” Her voice was filled with shock and disbelief.
Zhao Xinru finally understood why she had found that Brother familiar; he was the same man who had been listening to music with Su Yunxiang in the restaurant that day.
As soon as Su Yunxiang approached, she instinctively recoiled as if avoiding a venomous snake. A look of hurt crossed his face. “Xinru…”
“Don’t call me that!” Zhao Xinru quickly retreated to a corner where the candlelight could not reach, the darkness gradually swallowing her figure.
In that moment, clarity washed over her.
“All of this… was arranged by you?”
Her voice trembled violently, as if it might dissipate into the air at any moment.
Seeing her distress, Su Yunxiang felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. He held his breath, afraid to take another step closer.
After a long silence, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice, “I love you.”
A tear fell heavily to the ground, echoing loudly in the stillness of the night.
Once, she thought she had shed all her tears and would never cry for anyone again. Little did she know that today she would weep for him once more.
But she was truly exhausted.
Zhao Xinru quietly reached for the scissors hidden beneath the sewing kit, her eyes filled with despair. "It's too late. If you had spoken sooner, I would have followed you without hesitation, devoted to you for a lifetime. But now... everything is too late... Do you understand? In your quest for revenge, you have also killed your own child..."
A flash of silver, followed by a sharp sound as the blade pierced flesh. However, at that moment, Su Yunxiang was so stunned by her words that he failed to notice the danger unfolding before him.
"What did you say?" He stepped forward abruptly, grabbing her. To his shock, before he could exert any force, her body slumped weakly to the ground, the scissors lodged in her chest and the blood gushing forth starkly visible. "Xinru... why did you do this?!"
Panic and unease surged within him like a tidal wave. Su Yunxiang held her tightly, the fear of losing her making his hands tremble violently.
He had thought that once his heart was dead, he would no longer feel pain. It was only now that Zhao Xinru realized she had been deceiving herself all along.
The warmth of his embrace reminded her of his past tenderness, but it also brought back memories of his cruelty.
"I hate you. From the moment the child disappeared, I have hated you—and I hate myself too... Zhongyi said that loving someone is a happy feeling, but my love has become too exhausting... I just want to rest..."
"I command you not to close your eyes! Zhao Xinru, do you hear me?!"
Su Yunxiang's eyes were bloodshot as his frantic shouts echoed throughout the estate. "Prepare the carriage! Call for a doctor! Hurry!"
She could never overcome the insurmountable wall in her heart. If there were to be a next life, she silently prayed to the heavens not to let her encounter this man again.
In Su Yunxiang's arms, Zhao Xinru's breath grew faint. A final wish floated through her mind before she slowly closed her eyes.
As her wrist fell weakly, Su Yunxiang felt as if something within him had collapsed with a thunderous roar. He looked down at her in his arms, and in that instant, he crumpled to the ground, tears streaming down his face like a broken string of pearls. He could not accept this cruel reality and could only let out a heart-wrenching cry to the heavens—“No!”
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