His hand covered in blood grasped her icy shoulder, tensing slightly as he spoke in a deep voice, "This is my grudge against him. Let me handle it alone. Go now, let Muo Huangnian bandage you up... He'll arrange everything for you."
Luo Qiangwei reached out to grasp his hand, squeezing his fingers, "I won't watch you die. I've already caused your death once."
The sound of a pistol being cocked, and as she looked up again, she saw that Yan Chu had already raised the gun, its barrel pointing toward the man behind her—
"Do you want to kill him?" Luo Qiangwei smiled faintly, "Do you hate him that much? If it's because of me... then kill me instead. I'll return all your hatred for Mo Shiche to you, and we'll be finally even, complete strangers from then on."
Strangers.
Yan Chu gripped the gun tightly, "Weiwei," he looked at her, his eyes narrowing, "If I say, I want him dead."
