Yan Yuling clenched her chest, gasped for breath, and continued, "Zhexuan, I… I killed her. What should I do? I killed someone."
Seeing his wife crying so sadly, Feng Zhexuan felt heartbroken. He stood up, climbed onto the bed, and pulled his wife into his arms.
He patted her back gently and coaxed softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. Don't worry, everything will be fine. You will get better after you cry."
"You did it to protect me and you did it to protect yourself. So, you shouldn't blame yourself. She deserves to die," he added.
Although his voice was gentle, his eyes were as cold as glaciers. If he could, he would tear that woman into pieces, drain her of her blood, and feed her flesh to the dogs!
Even after all these years, his disgust and hatred for that woman remained as strong as ever.
