All these years, the name Yan Qi had been a forbidden area in the Yan family. No one dared to mention it, especially in front of Ji Xinyu.
It was not because the Yan family was cruel enough to forget the existence of a loved one so quickly.
It was because Ji Xinyu really could not stand it... ...
When she found out about Yan Qi's death back then, she had committed suicide several times. Every time she was on the verge of collapse, it was Yan Sheng and Yan Jun who pulled her back from the gates of hell.
As a mother, how could she bear the loss of her beloved son?
That was the child she had given birth to after ten months of pregnancy... ... She went just like that, not giving her any time to recover ...
During that period of time, it was Yan Sheng who gave up everything and accompanied her day and night. It was a full year's time that allowed her to recover somewhat.
From then on, as long as it was related to Yan Qi's existence, his name, and the things he had used, Yan Sheng Tong had people put them away, and no one was allowed to mention it again.
Now that more than ten years had passed, Yan Jun had grown up, married, and had children. Ji Xinyu had long been able to accept the cruel truth calmly.
Everyone had to die eventually. Perhaps, under the arrangement of fate, her poor eldest son could only go so far... ...
She clearly knew that she had accepted her fate. She clearly knew that she had learned to accept it... ...
She had even started playing the chessboard. Yan Qi could live a happy life in heaven and no longer have any illness.
But all of a sudden, she found out that her son had actually not died in an accident, but had been killed by someone else!
The murderer was right in front of her, how could she just sit back and ignore it! ! !
Even if she had to spend the rest of her life in prison, she would avenge her son, Yan Qi!
The moment she clenched her teeth, Ji Xinyu shot at Zhou Lingfang, who was fully focused on begging Yan Qing for forgiveness... ...
The trigger was pulled several times.
It was her first time using a gun, and her hands were very shaky. She did not know that she had to hit a vital point before she could kill him in one shot.
So she shot randomly. The Bang Bang Bang sound of the gun was like firecrackers that spread out beside her ears, piercing through layers of people and spreading in all directions... ...
Xia Jinqi was awakened from her sleep.
She hugged the blanket and slowly sat up. In front of her was a deep and gloomy darkness.
The gunshots should have been just now, right?
She turned her head and wanted to look out the window, but she realized that outside the foggy glass, it seemed to be snowing again.
The drifting snowflakes fell slowly.
One after another, bit by bit.
Unlike the impatience and arrogance of raindrops, the softness and gentleness of snowflakes formed their own style. In this silent night, it was like a tragic lament.
Zhou Lingfang was shot countless times.
The bullet wounds were concentrated in her chest and abdomen.
Every time a bullet entered her body, a large amount of blood sprayed out... ...
However, it was so fast that her whole body had been beaten into a beehive.
She widened her eyes in fear. She did not have time to feel the pain and burn of her flesh and blood being pierced by the bullet. Her hand was always pointing towards Yan Qing... ...
"Son... son... "
She wanted to call him, but when she opened her mouth, she found that she could not speak at all.
Yan Qing stared blankly at his mother, who was convulsing from the trajectory of the bullet. He did not know how the change had come so suddenly?
He watched helplessly as so many holes appeared on his mother's body. She was bleeding profusely, her expression was in pain, and her body was slowly falling in the blood mist that filled the sky... ...
"Mother! ! ! " He shouted as if his throat was being torn apart, and he used all his strength to rush towards his mother ! !