Chapter 2041 - 486: His Splendor Has Only Just Begun (5)
She feels no debt to Yun Shen, nor to Ji Yunya; the only one she owes, is her sister...
When she was little, she and her mother and sister depended on each other for survival. The mother was too weak, and only her sister treated her well. But later, she did something that betrayed her sister, leaving her heartbroken. At that time, she was deluded, only wanting to become a person above others, to gain that man’s love, and hurt her sister beyond recovery.
She was such a bastard.
"It’s rare that you still remember me." Yun Ya curved her lips, glanced at the fluctuating lines on the instrument, feeling quite emotional and her heart racing now.
Kang Jinxian’s lips formed a faint arc, how could she forget? She won’t forget this face until the day she dies.
She was jealous of Ji Yunya, insanely jealous, so much so that later she was always deceiving herself, it was just unwillingness, but now, what can’t she let go of?
The gap between people is predetermined from birth; she is inferior to Ji Yunya this whole life, why humiliate herself, is it so difficult to admit one’s failure?
"I won’t say sorry." She was not wrong, although she stubbornly thought so until now.
Yun Ya curved her lips: "I never said you were wrong."
Their positions were different, destined that the two could never coexist peacefully. In a previous life, she had leukemia and needed a bone marrow donation; everything was orchestrated by Yun Shen and Yun Shu, they just wanted an excuse to dispose of her.
Debt has a master, she won’t blame Kang Jinxian, ultimately she was just a woman cursed by destiny.
From start to finish, used by Yun Shu, abandoned by Yun Shen, ending up here, was just deserved.
Kang Jinxian smiled, her eyes clear and bright: "Actually, I really envy you, but I know if I were you, life wouldn’t be better."
Kang Jinxian’s breathing suddenly became more rapid, her face showing some pain.
Yun Ya quietly watched.
Suddenly, blood spurted from her mouth, splattering on Yun Ya’s face, Yun Ya slowly wiped the blood from her face with a handkerchief.
Kang Jinxian smiled, her gaze gradually became dazed.
"I’m... I’m finally leaving... Sister... wait for me...."
The raised arm suddenly fell heavily.
The instrument emitted a piercing scream, finally sinking to zero.
A young life, thus fading away.
Two years of endless torment, finally came to an end.
The room was silent, the night like a big net, tightly enwrapping her.
Yun Ya quietly stood by the bedside, looking down quietly at the young woman without breathing on the bed, eventually raising her hand to pull the quilt up, covering that face.
When she died, her mouth was hanging a smile, leaving without regret.
The room suddenly felt very cold.
Yun Ya opened the room door and walked out, a tall man’s silhouette stood in the shadow, seeing her come out, he quickly walked over, pulling her into his arms, holding her hand, his brows furrowed: "Why so cold?"
Saying this, he took off his coat and draped it over her, Yun Ya leaned on his shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent, her lips slowly curving into a smile.
"What’s wrong?" Yan Song asked with concern, his brows suddenly turning cold: "Did she make you upset?"
"She’s dead." Yun Ya said softly.
Yan Song sighed, wrapped his arm around her waist, "We should go back."
"There’s still one person." Yun Ya looked up at him.
Yan Song pursed his thin lips, "Some other day...."
"I don’t want to delay any longer."
Yan Song wanted to say something else, Yun Ya raised her hand to his lips, smiled: "I know, don’t worry."
Yan Song opened his mouth and bit her lips, helplessly said: "I really can’t handle you."
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"Yun Shu?" A playful voice suddenly sounded.
She jerked her head up.
The woman stepped forward in high heels step by step towards her.
Seeing that face, she opened her eyes wider in disbelief: "It’s you?"
"What, are you surprised to see me?" The woman’s bright brows and eyes were like blazing sun, vibrant and charming, overshadowing everything.
With fists clenched tight, she gradually calmed down, "You are still alive?"
"Of course, I’m alive." The woman snorted lightly, looking down at her coldly and with disgust, that gaze like looking at a cat or dog, casual and contemptuous.
"Yun Shu, you calculated everything to exhaustion, but ended up defeated by my daughter’s hand, isn’t that ironic?" The woman spun around and sat in a chair, looking with a smile, her every move unspeakably elegant and domineering.
Yun Shu squinted at her, over ten years passed, she always thought this woman was dead, had sent people to find her whereabouts, but finally, it was like sinking into the sea. She suspected this woman was already dead, did not expect her to someday appear, safe and sound in front of herself, here like a castle, magnificent and grand, wearing splendid clothes proud like a queen standing before her, looking at her as if at an ant.