novelraw Chapter 595: Route 579 departs tonight - White (big finale with 2370 characters)
Chapter 595: Route 579 departs tonight - White (big finale with 2370 characters)
Chapter 595: Route 579 departs tonight - White (big finale with 2370 characters) She said she is Jiang Jiaqi.
Tian Sangsang was shaken for a long time after hearing Kunling’s words. It turned out that during her absence, she had experienced a woman’s joys and sorrows. Her gaze fell on Kunling’s flat abdomen: "This child, you plan to..."
Guan Kunling lowered her head, her eyes cast downward, with a faint smile on her face: "When I returned yesterday, I had already aborted it." The child’s father was no longer here—what was the point of keeping it?
Besides, she was a person who could not tolerate the existence of shame.
Tian Sangsang was horrified, both heartbroken and bitter: "Kunling, sometimes you are really ruthless."
If she weren’t ruthless, she wouldn’t be Kunling.
But maybe this was for the best.
Tian Sangsang looked at her detached and carefree demeanor and said nothing. She reached out to touch her own stomach; her period had been absent for two months. If only she could be as ruthless as Kunling...
"Are you leaving again?" she suddenly asked.
"I’m going to the border," Guan Kunling responded. "Now that Beijing is stable, with my brother by your side, I can rest assured." Being at ease, she wanted to chase her distant dreams.
In this world, where there is light, there is darkness. She wanted to be a sword to cut through the endless gloom. Her heart was drawn to the majestic mountains she had seen, and she longed for the eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. The dogs outside the courtyard, the trees within—it all remained vivid in her memory.
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Once Jiang Jinghuai resumed his identity, Ye Binyi seemed to regain her confidence. To her, her son was her backing. She began to frequent Yipin Xiang Residence, each time persuading Tian Sangsang to return to the Jiang Family.
Claiming that now the storm had passed, a family should unite in harmony. Any further conflict would be inappropriate, not knowing the proper way to act and causing unnecessary trouble.
Since that incident on the ship, Tian Sangsang hadn’t seen Jiang Jinghuai. This time, they had agreed to meet for a proper conversation. The location was by a lakeside in the suburbs, far removed from the hustle and bustle.
When Tian Sangsang arrived, Jiang Jinghuai was already there.
He had shed his military uniform, wearing a light-colored shirt and black trousers, appearing somewhat formal.
Her gaze moved past his upright figure and fell upon a distant tall tower. The sound of the bell resounded, echoing between heaven and earth. She realized there was a tower here, yet she had never come to offer incense or prayers.
Green trees rested below the mountain, flowers bloomed by the lakeside, all of nature in full splendor.
He heard the sound and turned his head to look.
Dark hair, black eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips lightly pressed together—a handsome face. It had been a long time since Tian Sangsang faced him directly.
They walked side by side.
Tian Sangsang was uninterested in the scenery and asked, "Why did you ask me to come?"
Her brows furrowed, a stark contrast to the radiant smiles of their past.
Jiang Jinghuai tread carefully, slightly uneasy, "I owe you a wedding."
Tian Sangsang: "Hmm."
"Could you give me another chance?" he asked, his attractive lips pursing slightly. Even though she was angry, he didn’t want to give up. From his pocket, he produced a delicate ring and was just about to kneel on one knee.
No. Tian Sangsang held the thought within her heart, not letting the words escape her lips.
Their gazes met.
Suddenly, his eyes darted sharply, and he forcefully shoved her aside.
Out of the blue.
Tian Sangsang’s frown deepened. Turning her head, she saw a piercing flash of blood. Bullets traced arcs in the air, penetrating his heart. Not one bullet, but three. Each struck precisely at the lethal spot.
Ah!
She wanted to scream in terror, but the sound stuck in her throat, unable to emerge. The corner of her eye caught the source of the bullets. The nine-tiered tower atop layers of forested heights—so distant yet so near—against a patch of intense crimson sky.
She would never forget the red sky over the tower.
The calamity struck too suddenly, leaving no room for preparation.
His knees hit the ground heavily, his body swaying. Desperate tears surged forth, and she rushed forward, kneeling to cradle his body gently.
"What happened?"
"How could this happen?"
"What on earth happened?"
She held him, murmuring helplessly.
"Sangsang." Hoarsely, he called her, his head resting on her shoulder. Blood poured unstoppably from the wound, his heart contracting painfully. Jiang Jinghuai knew that even if there were a divine healer, it was already too late—there was no saving him.
Her voice quivered with sobs: "I’m here."
"In the past six months... I’ve always felt... I’ve done poorly." His lips grew pale as he struggled to pause between words, "Whatever I did... was wrong."
His hand weakly fumbled upward. Tian Sangsang grasped it, her touch finding the ice-cold ring.
He suddenly took a heavy breath, "...You, forgive me."
"I won’t forgive you, I won’t forgive you." Her throat tightened painfully as she cried, tears blurring her vision: "I’m pregnant. You can’t do this to me. Why do you always treat me like this?"
Why did he always act so recklessly, never once respecting her wishes?
"Then..." Jiang Jinghuai’s unfocused pupils barely gathered a hint of joy and sorrow: "I’ll be troubling you again."
"Don’t trouble me, I don’t want to be troubled."
He shifted slightly, seemingly trying to prop himself up to look at her face, but his body lacked strength—his energy slipping away with each moment. After countless twists and turns, it had all come back to this. He didn’t even have the strength to embrace his wife.
Unwillingness... At this moment, at the peak of his life, with a promising future, to die like this. The unknown dangers looming ahead, leaving them to face a cruel world alone as mother and child.
He had never been a good husband, nor a good father, not even in death.
"Jinghuai... Jiang Jinghuai!"
Tian Sangsang’s heart felt like it had been struck by a hammer, with icy winds pouring in relentlessly.
She numbly held him, her hand circling his back, softly brushing his black hair.
She blinked, and a teardrop landed in the dust. Her vision slowly sharpened, sharpening enough to see a shadow atop the tower.
Boom! An enormous force surged into her mind, followed by an endless stream of energy.
The space exploded, and the universe shifted.
She glimpsed fragmented scenes replaying endlessly. Sun, moon, stars, and the boundless cosmos. Years washed away in moonlight; warmth suffused over jade fields. Figures appeared one by one, houses flitted through her sight.
A mirage—a fleeting glimpse; that was all.
Until...
A gentle breeze swayed, willows whispering softly.
She and he walked side by side, the fragrance of spring and summer lingering around her.
She froze on the spot, staring at him with reddened eyes.
"Do you have something you want to say to me?"
He hesitated, his expression complex and shy.
From the rustling wind came an eerie tension, every movement fraught with peril.
Tian Sangsang observed their surroundings carefully, stepping beside him and switching positions.
This inexplicable action prompted him to raise a questioning brow.
She looked at him and smiled faintly, her voice soft: "Are you about to propose to me?"
Having his intentions exposed, he turned his head away, the tips of his ears flushed. His heartbeat quickened all at once.
"I accept." She cupped his face with her hands, turning his head gently, her lips curling faintly.
"Hmm?" He was stunned by her response, his voice hoarse: "Why?"
"Because... I’m pregnant."
Then she saw the radiance in his eyes soar.
Only for that radiance to abruptly transform into endless sorrow.
And then that patch of blood-red swallowed her vision, her heart.
Was it a dream, or was it reincarnation?
No matter how many times she started over, the story repeated itself.
Just moments ago, someone had been there—had killed her husband.
She had never thought he would die. She had imagined they would entangle for a lifetime, locked in endless conflict. Someone as strong as him, as remarkable as him—how could he truly fall?
She would avenge him; she would find the murderer. Whether it took ten years or twenty, she would ensure the culprit paid the price they deserved.
But what difference would revenge make?
This life would not see him come back. His joys and sorrows, his bygone days—all would dissolve into that cold epitaph. Jiang Jinghuai—admired for his military achievements and heroic deeds—decorated once with distinguished honors, three times with first-class honors, ultimately shot dead by the enemy, age 28.
The enemy? Who?
(The end of the Chapter)
ps: This ending is false; the true ending will be revealed in the next Chapter.