Fu Jingshen furrowed his brows and quickly extended his hand to touch the man's neck, but there was no pulse.
Sang Yu was emotionally agitated, incessantly shaking her head, obviously unable to believe what was happening.
Seeing this, Fu Jingshen reached out to press down on Sang Yu's shoulders.
"Sang Yu, he's gone."
"Impossible... impossible... Why is heaven so unfair? Sang Ran has already left me, and it even wants to take Xiao Yan away!"
Sang Yu's eyes were bloodshot, and tears streamed down her face, mixing with the blood on her cheeks...
Gu Nian felt uneasy at heart. Hearing what Sang Yu said, she pursed her lips and said, "Sang Yu, calm down."
Fu Jingshen's dark eyes tightened, recalling how Sang Ran had died before his eyes just like this.
He had felt as desperate as Sang Yu was now.
Especially since Xiao Yan had taken bullets for Sang Yu.
Surely, Sang Yu's heart was tangled with complex emotions.
For the rest of her life, Sang Yu would live with a sense of guilt.
