CHAPTER 1161: CHAPTER 233: REBIRTH—BEAUTY, FEMME FATALE

She will never wake up again, she’s dead, he’s lost her forever.

He staggered back a step in disbelief, suddenly afraid to go forward, oh God, this is a dream, this absolutely can’t be true...

Tong Jia looked at this handsome yet gentle man, appearing deeply shocked, and tentatively asked, "Excuse me, what is your relation to this girl?"

The man turned his head dazed, his eyes hollow, "Is she asleep?"

Tong Jia couldn’t help but feel a lump in her throat, "You’re late, take her away quickly, at least you can save her whole corpse, otherwise soon those people will come..." Before she finished speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open from outside, and two men with masks came in pushing a bed, stopped in front of the girl’s hospital bed, and reached to carry the girl’s corpse.

The man’s eyes tightened, and with a swift kick, he knocked the two men to the ground, "What are you doing?"

"According to policy, the body must be moved to the mortuary, later to be picked up by the funeral home, what relation are you to the deceased?" one of the men got up and asked.

What relation is he to the deceased? Hahaha, he suddenly burst into laughter, tears streaming down, the laughter abruptly stopped, the man’s gaze deep and cold, as if a boundless dark abyss, causing involuntary fear.

"I was just a step too late, oh God, is this how you punish me?" Such a sorrowful and bitter tone, Tong Jia inexplicably felt some pity for him.

"We have obtained the family’s consent, the body must be taken away, if you continue to obstruct our official duty, we will have no choice but to call the police." The two men stepped forward, cursing under their breath, "Where did this lunatic come from..."

The next moment, the man suddenly pulled out a gun, aiming at them, the two froze, then their legs suddenly went weak and they kneeled on the ground, "You... don’t do anything rash..."

"She’s dead, you all must accompany her in death..." The man dressed in white, graceful and elegant, yet this moment, like a merciless demon from Hell, enveloped in a chilling desolation.

Tong Jia was startled, taking a sudden step back, Tongtong woke and saw the scene, burst into tears, Tong Jia quickly held him close, covering his mouth.

"Sir... please calm down, killing leads to imprisonment..." She stammered, trying to persuade.

The man suddenly fired a shot at one person, the bullet grazed the side of his face, embedding in the wall, the two screamed and ran out.

The man stood tall and slender, then turned and carefully picked up the girl, as if she were merely sleeping, afraid to disturb her sweet dream.

Tong Jia gathered courage and walked over, "Why didn’t you come sooner, she was held captive by her family in the hospital, to donate bone marrow to some relative, what kind of family is that, they killed her, just now she had a post-surgery rejection, her spleen ruptured and she died from unsuccessful rescue, she died in excruciating pain."

The man’s footsteps paused for a moment, a flash of remorse and self-blame in his eyes, then he took long strides carrying the girl’s corpse out of the hospital room.

"Sister died, sister died..." Tongtong began to cry loudly.

Tong Jia held him, sighing helplessly, "Everyone dies eventually, may she reincarnate into a good family in her next life, never to suffer such pain again..."

The corridor was crowded with security guards, the police were on their way, passing doctors, nurses, and patients’ relatives watched the man with both fear and curiosity, he was very handsome, like someone walking out of a painting, however at this moment, he was as cold as an ice sculpture, the whole person on the edge of fury, giving the impression that at any moment, it would result in countless death.

The man carried a young girl in his arms, the girl wore a large hospital gown, her cloud-like hair cascading down from the man’s arms like a waterfall, her arms hung weakly in mid-air, never to lift again.

The girl’s chest was covered in blood, even her lips bore clotted blood stains, her eyes slightly closed, but her lips were curved in a sweet smile, both beautiful and tragic.

Indeed, this was a girl who had already passed away.

Someone sighed in their heart, so young and gone, beauty is never long-lived...

The man’s steps were steady and strong, ignoring the surrounding security, as a group quickly approached, "Brother Han..."

The leading man saw the girl in his arms, unable to hold back his shock, "She’s... dead?" The tone full of disbelief.

"I want to take her out of here." The man said in a deep voice.

Fu Bai solemnly nodded, "Brother Han rest assured, today even at the risk of my life, I will get you and Miss Ji out."

Miss Ji is dead, how heartbroken Brother Han must be?