Severely injured, Fu Hannian breathed his last not long after he arrived at the island due to the low temperature and loss of blood.
Shen Xi and Fu Qingye exchanged glances while heaving a sigh of relief. It was an accidental death rather than a homicide. This was great news.
Qingli may seem callous, but he was actually a sentimental man, especially when it came to family. He saw Fu Hannian as family and taking the life of a family member would kill him.
Fu Handing clutched against Shangguan Yanqiu's hand without a word, albeit the weight on his shoulder was lifted.
He had been worried that Hannian was killed by Qingli. Regardless of the reason, Qingli would carry the guilt with him if he had laid his hands on Hannian.
"I see." Great-uncle nodded amid tears as he stared at Fu Qingli. "Qingli, get some rest. I understand. It's not your fault. Hannian has himself to blame. He deserved what he got."
