"You might as well hate me than hate him."

"I killed Lin Qiuling, I killed your mother."

"If you have to shoot and vent your anger, let me bear this shot."

After saying that, he moved the gun to himself and pressed Tang Ruoxue's white fingers.

"Bang--"

A bullet spurted out of the muzzle, and a stream of blood splashed from Ye Fan's body.

"let her go!"

Ye Fan roared.

Then he trembled and slowly fell backwards.

The last silhouette of his coma was the sad tears of Tang Ruoxue and Song Hongyan...
Chapter completed!