He was blinded by anger, his heart and eyes set on sending this despicable couple to the underworld, to quench the hatred in his heart. However, even after searching everywhere, he couldn't find them. It was then that he realized something was amiss.
Soon, the crying of Shanshan Ruan came from next door. The sound was pitiful and heart-wrenching, which snapped Tang Guoren out of his haze. He then stepped back, slowly raised his hands, and dazedly stared at his large hands.
It was as if these hands were stained with blood—blood of the woman he loved the most, for whom he had strived all his life. Yet, just moments ago, in a fit of rage, he had ended her life, ignoring her pleas and explanations.
How could this happen? How could things have turned out like this? Just then, someone ran over quickly and said urgently, "Run, Tang **, people from the camp are coming, and they are headed for this yard. Quick..."
