"You old bastard! You deserve a miserable death!"
Le Jiani stood up and kicked the blood-soaked body of Le Dahai.
Once she started, she could no longer control herself.
She vented her years of anger, kicking him repeatedly.
"You took my money, deprived me of the chance to be a mother, and yet you live so freely. This is what you owe me, all of it is what you owe me! You deserve to die! You old wretch, go to hell! Die—"
Le Jiani, already physically weak, stopped only when she had exhausted herself and realized the person on the ground was not moving, not even breathing faintly.
Le Dahai was dead.
His life ended silently, arranged by his own daughter in this dark and terrifying alley.
Le Jiani stared at Le Dahai's body, her face expressionless, murmuring to herself, "You deserve to die, you forced me, you forced me!"
She took two steps back, turned around, and ran out of the alley.
The next day.
The body in the alley was discovered, and someone called the police.
