Terrorized with shock, An Xiaoning called out softly, "Old Madam?"
However, there was no response at all from old Mrs. Jin, whose eyes were tightly shut.
An Xiaoning reached out to pick up the knife, only to find that there were bloodstains on it and that old Mrs. Jin's pillow was drenched in blood.
At this very moment, a bunch of people showed up at the door, appearing to have been in a hurry. Jin Qingyan was shocked beyond his senses at the sight of An Xiaoning standing there with a knife in her hand.
Mrs. Jin hurried to the side of the bed and fell to her knees as she wept out loud, "Mother."
Mr. Jin was plunged into a state of grief just as he was in the midst of a celebratory mood.
Teary-eyed, he cried in agony, "Mother!"
Jin Qingyan stood rooted by the door, afraid to take another step forward. His eyes were red and brimming with tears; he could not believe the scene before him.
