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"Taijun, that Chinese reporter cannot be left alive."
Inside the military vehicle, a traitor spoke to Taijun, who nodded in agreement. With a gesture, a soldier behind him aimed a machine gun at the woman in the bright red qipao holding a camera.
With two sharp sounds, almost simultaneous, Liu Jingjing captured the moment as she pointed her lens at Fang Lansheng and Liu Momo embracing on the chaotic streets. Her fingers trembled slightly as she pressed the shutter, and for an instant, it felt as if time had frozen.
A sudden, piercing pain shot through her back, causing her to crouch down weakly, her brow furrowed. She gently touched her back with her hand and felt a sticky liquid dampening her fingers. Bringing her fingers to her eyes, the dazzling red made her feel even more dizzy, her body swaying unsteadily.
In a daze, she heard Fang Lansheng's voice softly whispering in her ear, "Jingjing, don't be afraid. I'm here." The sound seemed to come from a distant place yet felt so clear.
Another round of deafening gunfire erupted, and Fang Lansheng turned his head amidst the crowd. A flicker of panic crossed his eyes as he looked around.
He saw the woman in the bright red qipao, camera hanging from her neck, weakly collapsed on the ground. His steps instinctively halted, a look of shock spreading across his face.
After a long internal struggle, he took the hand of the beautiful woman beside him. With a firm grip, he pushed through the hail of bullets and ran straight toward her. His gaze was resolute yet tinged with complex emotions.
The falling flowers danced in solitude, while the swallows flew in pairs through the light rain.
He held the woman in his arms and walked over to her with an indifferent demeanor. Crouching down beside her, his movements were slightly sluggish as he grasped her chin. The black mole on his upper lip was now obscured by the dirt on his face. She clutched her chest in pain and called out his name, “Lansheng,” her voice weak yet filled with deep emotion.
The man cast a cold glance at her, his eyes icy. “From the moment I saw you at Pineapple Garden, I knew you had ulterior motives. You killed the performer from Pineapple Garden simply because you thought I was a spy for the Japanese, trying to lure me out, right?”
Liu Jingjing didn’t understand what he was saying. His frigid expression and unfamiliar words pierced her deeply. Confusion and anguish filled her gaze, and her lips trembled slightly.
“Lansheng, have you ever liked me?” She exerted her last bit of strength, disregarding her youthful modesty. Her eyes held a long-lasting hope; even if he had loved her once, it would bring her some peace. She stared intently at Fang Lansheng as if trying to see through him.
“Liu Momo, my kindness towards you is merely to uncover your true self. When your father was taken away, I visited the pottery shop. He said those ceramics were not crafted by him; Liu Jingjing is just an immature student, and your father's skills were only passed down to you. The designs on those pieces could only be created by a clever woman like you. Am I wrong?”
The man paused for a moment, taking a slight breath. “You resent Jingjing for taking your father away from your mother, so you directed your hatred towards her, right? Don’t think I’m unaware of that dart; the poison on it is identical to what the performer was poisoned with—only Jingjing was fortunate enough to escape harm. That night when we returned Jingjing home, we actually went back to Pineapple Garden afterward. I heard what you said in the side hall.”
He finished speaking in one breath, and the woman in his arms was already sobbing uncontrollably, her body trembling incessantly. Thinking she was upset, he softly comforted her, “Don’t worry; I will preserve your final dignity.” His hand gently caressed her hair with tenderness.
The woman on the ground parted her lips, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. There was a hint of relief in her eyes, as if she had finally let go of all her burdens.
She finally understood that Fang Lansheng saw through everything so clearly, and she realized how deeply he loved her. With Liu Jingjing under his protection, even death felt like a blessing.
Let her sister take her place and bring him happiness!
During the time before the Japanese invasion, an incident occurred at the girls' school; it was said that two students had inexplicably fallen from a building. Her father then instructed Liu Momo to pick up and drop off her sister Liu Jingjing every day.
That day, she happened to run into Fang Lansheng, who was there to handle the case.
That glance was worth a thousand years.
However, Fang Lansheng was not someone one could easily meet; aside from his casework, no one knew his whereabouts. So at that moment, Liu Momo, who was working as a makeup artist at Pineapple Garden, felt a surge of murderous intent. She mixed poison into the rouge... A flash of ruthlessness crossed her eyes as her hand instinctively tightened.
How could any of this escape Fang Lansheng's keen gaze?
From a young age, Liu Jingjing's mother had taken away the man her own mother loved most. The happiness that should have belonged to her, the eldest daughter, was all snatched away by her younger sister, Liu Jingjing. Her face was filled with resentment, her teeth grinding together in anger.
Thus, she harbored such hatred that she was willing to harm Liu Jingjing with poisoned darts in the pineapple orchard, sacrificing so many performers to set the stage for her revenge, even going so far as to label her beloved Fang Lansheng as a spy.
She went to her father's pottery shop and crafted ceramics by hand, inscribing some words within them. During a checkpoint inspection, she was quickly discovered by Japanese soldiers.
Later, on Guomin Street, when Liu Jingjing threw a tantrum and left with Fang Lansheng, it wasn't that Fang Lansheng didn't try to chase after her.
Perhaps if Liu Jingjing had just turned around once, she would have seen Liu Momo tightly wrapping her arms around Fang Lansheng's waist, holding on with all her strength. No matter how hard he tried to break free, the woman refused to let go until Liu Jingjing's figure completely vanished from sight. Only then did those fingers, which had drawn blood from their grip, slowly loosen...
She was the best makeup artist. She cut off her flowing black hair and changed into a school uniform, lightly dotting a beauty mark on her lips. She gazed at herself in the mirror, determination shining in her eyes.
The two sisters moved with striking similarity.
And so, she lived beside Fang Lansheng under the guise of Liu Jingjing.
When her last breath stopped, she closed her eyes peacefully. Her body gradually relaxed, as if she fell into an endless sleep. She no longer had the energy to explain to the man she loved deeply that all words were pale, as long as you are happy, there is no regret. It's not that I don't know what Liu Momo is thinking. It's just that the sisterly love is deep, and as a younger sister, I have the right to fulfill my sister's happiness, no matter how scheming or how fair the means are.
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