The light in Gu Han's eyes slowly faded, and in the end, he closed them with lingering regret and left this world.
"Brother! Brother, wake up, Brother..."
Gu Ling held the gradually lifeless Gu Han in her arms, overcome with grief. But no matter what she did, she could not call him back.
She sprang to her feet and charged toward Su Qiao, her face twisted with hatred. "You slut! I'll fight you!"
Chu Hui hurriedly grabbed her arm. "Xiao Ling, don't get worked up. Be careful not to hurt yourself."
Su Qiao pulled Jiang Han, who was blocking her, aside and curled her lips into a cold sneer.
"Heh, what are you fighting me for? The person who killed your brother wasn't me. It was you and Shang Yu."
"If you truly hate someone, I think you should kill him first, then kill yourself."
"You..." Gu Ling was furious, yet her heart was still filled with guilt and fear.
"You slut! You'll never die a good death!"
"My brother treated you so well, yet you wouldn't even let him die in peace. Su Qiao, I, Gu Ling, will never let you off."
Su Qiao sneered. "Heh, I think you're only shifting your anger onto me because you accidentally killed your own brother, aren't you?"
In any case, she had not been the one to stab him, and the situation had been chaotic. No one had seen the needle and thread in her hand.
On the surface, it looked as if Gu Han had suddenly run in front of her and taken the blade for her.
If one asked whether Su Qiao felt even a little guilty, the answer was absolutely not.
When Gu Han had repeatedly attacked Jiang Han, she had already developed murderous intent toward him.
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