This cry startled Sun Yulan as well.
Standing there, before she could react, she subconsciously turned her head toward Chu Dazhuang, only to find that he had already rushed out.
Sun Yulan paused, glanced at Chu Dazhuang, and seeing him run over so hastily, she felt a bit uneasy inside.
She wondered whether she should follow him.
But for some reason, after pondering for a long time, she still decided to stay put and wait for him.
Meanwhile, in the backyard.
Li Guizhi stood on a small stool, facing a hemp rope.
At this moment, Li Guizhi's eyes were filled with tears, and her expression was one of utter misery, standing there as if she had lost hope in everything.
She looked ahead, but her gaze was very empty.
It seemed that what Li Guizhi saw was not what was in front of her, but the invisible future.
Li Guizhi sighed sadly, and finally, with a sense of helplessness, she reached out with both hands, gently grabbed the rope, and was about to hang herself.
