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“Rui'er, my Rui'er,” Hu Linglong staggered forward, with Qing Luan closely following her, not reaching out to help but simply watching as she wobbled toward the pond in the backyard.
In the backyard.
Hu Lingyun stood by the pond, holding Rui'er tightly, unmoving. Jin'er lingered nearby, her expression filled with sorrow. As Hu Linglong called out and rushed over, both of their gazes were fixed on her, neither of them moving.
Seeing her elder brother holding the child, Hu Linglong froze completely. Countless emotions flashed through her sorrowful eyes—pain, guilt, and reluctance. Overwhelmed by her thoughts, tears streamed down uncontrollably. Her cheeks, swollen from Qing Luan's earlier slap, were now marked with red handprints. She looked so haggard and thin that it seemed the wind could blow her away, evoking deep sympathy.
“Brother,” she stumbled forward, timidly reaching out to hold the child but was rejected by Hu Lingyun.
“Linglong,” he said sternly, looking at his sister's swollen cheeks and haggard face with pity. “You have disappointed me greatly!”
“Brother… brother, I am so miserable, so wronged,” at that moment, all her facades crumbled. She collapsed onto the ground and sobbed heart-wrenchingly, unable to control herself. “Wuwu…”
“What do you have to feel wronged about?” Hu Lingyun questioned harshly. “Since you gave birth to Rui'er, you have never held him or kissed him; you haven't even fed him a single drop of milk. How is he any different from an orphan?” For the first time, he glared at his sister—who he loved as if she were his own daughter—with a pained expression and said, “You have me to protect and care for you; what do you have to feel wronged about?”
“Wuwu…” Hu Linglong was frightened by her brother's furious expression. She whimpered and opened her mouth to say something but ultimately swallowed her words.
“Do you still want to die?” Qing Luan approached and squatted down in front of her, coldly asking without any intention of helping her up.
Hu Linglong stared at the indifferent girl before her, feeling suddenly guilty under her cold gaze. “I…”
“Answer me: do you want to die or live?” Qing Luan's expression was serious, her eyes cold, and her tone left no room for doubt.
"I... I can't bear to part with Rui'er," she finally said after a moment of hesitation.
"You don't need to worry about Rui'er. Hu Ye will take good care of him, certainly better than you, his mother," Qing Luan said bluntly. "If you don't even want your own life, how can you take care of Rui'er? Rui'er doesn't need your concern. If you want to die, just turn around and jump into that pond; I guarantee no one will save you!"
Hu Lingyun's eyes were filled with compassion, but in the end, she clenched her fists and held back.
Hu Linglong remained still, crying, her eyes filled with sorrow and pain.
"Hu Linglong, what use is it for you to be alive?" Seeing her still sobbing aimlessly, she accused sharply, "Your brother cares for you so much, your son needs you so desperately, yet you're willing to die for a man who wishes you dead. You've hurt the ones who care about you most and pleased your enemies. What good is your life now?"
Hu Linglong's heart trembled as she suddenly looked up at her weary and pained brother. She realized she had been terribly wrong—allowing her enemies to gloat while hurting those who loved her. Was that really her?
"I was wrong, I was truly wrong," Hu Linglong cried, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. "Brother, I'm sorry, forgive me. I don't want to die anymore. Wuwu..."
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