At that moment, Zhou Jiajia was screaming at the top of her lungs, "An Qi, little sister! Don't! Wake up! Wake up fast!"
But this time, An Qi no longer responded at all.
After calling several times, she became desperate; she then sat down on the ground and burst into loud cries.
She hadn't expected to lose the innocent and lovely An Qi like this; now, she deeply regretted her actions.
"If I hadn't stormed off from the car in a huff, An Qi would not have been harmed; if I had been more accommodating, willing to share Yifan with An Qi, perhaps none of this would have happened; if I hadn't doubted An Qi from the start, none of this would have occurred. Why? Why did the heavens take her, my little sister An Qi, instead of me? Why didn't the heavens punish me? After all, wasn't I the third party who destroyed An Qi's love? Why? Please, tell me why?" Zhou Jiajia kept blaming herself, overwhelmed with guilt.
