"Impossible, Beichen Rui, you're lying to me, you must be lying to me. Without a hint, how could you possibly know? My father wasn't implicated by me, it was you, you've always targeted him, it's you..."
Stumbling to get up, Mo Han stepped forward and kicked her down, "Take them all away," he said to the people who rushed over.
Jingxi squatted beside Fan Tuan, staring blankly at the now breathless creature, "Fan Tuan, you must be in great pain, right? You bled so much, it must have hurt so much. I promised you beef two days ago..."
With trembling hands, she closed its eyes, not caring if there was blood on it, she sat directly on the ground, hugging its head, crying bitterly, "Fan Tuan, come back!"
Beichen Rui stood beside, watching, his lips pressed into a straight line.
He had raised Fan Tuan for many years, never giving it a name until the little guy came home, initially disdaining the name "Fan Tuan."
Gradually, he accepted it...
