Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s-Chapter 1411: You reap what you sow, beyond redemption!

"Down it goes! It fell down!"

With the exclamations of the crowd, Song Yueqin’s body thudded heavily onto the ground.

"She’s dead! Dead! Probably dead, right?"

Everyone rushed forward.

Song Yueqin lay facedown, blood continuously flowing from her mouth. Her eyes wide open, she had not closed them even in death.

The fear in those eyes was still clearly visible!

Qin Jian pushed through the crowd and stepped forward, laying his fingers on the artery in her neck, her pulse had stopped beating.

Several doctors rushed out of the hospital, and after a cursory examination, declared her dead on the scene.

As Zhang Juyun woke from her unconsciousness, she saw the lifeless Song Yueqin on the ground and immediately broke down in tears, crying out, "Yueqin! Wake up! You can’t die! What will Mom do if you die? Mom only has you as a daughter!"

Upstairs, the police officer who had watched Song Yueqin fall was still clutching a piece of fabric, he looked solemnly at the scene below, unmoving for a long time.

"Old Sun! Let’s pack up!"

"I couldn’t pull her up! I tried my best! Such a pity!"

"It’s not your fault! One may survive natural disasters, but self-inflicted ones are deadly. She brought this upon herself!"

"Yes. Let’s pack up."

As the policeman was leaving, he said to An Hao, who was standing by, "Come to the police station to make a statement in the next few days!"

An Hao nodded in agreement.

The hospital room emptied, An Hao slowly walked to the window. She looked down to see doctors lifting Song Yueqin’s body.

A stark white sheet covered her entirely, head and all, symbolizing the end of a vibrant life.

In her previous life, she had jumped from the rooftop of a twelve-story building; she still remembered that feeling of despair.

It’s truly karma, this lifetime, it was Song Yueqin who fell from a building, her life ending in the same way as her previous death.

The difference between the two was that An Hao had jumped in despair of life, unable to endure her suffering, whereas Song Yueqin had fallen after a series of torturous pains in her mind.

Death is a cruel affair, and even more cruel is to face it after enduring waves of fear and torment.

This must be divine retribution!

At this moment, An Hao’s feelings were indescribable - was it happiness? Jubilation? Or perhaps a touch of sentimentality?

The woman who had plagued her for two lifetimes had finally departed for her rightful place.

"An Hao! Are you alright?" A voice came from behind her, and as she turned around, she was enveloped in a strong, comforting embrace.

"Qin Jian... I’m really good. Truly good! Never have I felt better than now." An Hao felt a sense of liberation.

With Song Yueqin dead, no one would harm her child anymore.

Qin Jian bent down, fiercely kissing her forehead, his voice immensely deep, "Do you know? Hearing that you and the child were in trouble, my heart almost stopped! Thank goodness you are fine! Thank goodness!"

"I was nearly mad just now! If we had lost a child, I would never have forgiven myself!" An Hao buried her head in Qin Jian’s chest, tears instantly welling up.

"It’s over now. It’s all over!" Qin Jian’s large hand stroked An Hao’s back, comforting her as one would comfort a child.

"Yeah." An Hao dried her tears, looking up at Qin Jian as she spoke, "Let’s go downstairs to check on Mom and the child. We owe Qiushu a lot this time - if it weren’t for her, we might have really lost a child."