"Lewis, don't go," Lin Guang said.
He pointed to the table and chairs arranged on the rooftop, with delicate dishes and red wine placed on the table, and a sunshade standing beside it, blocking the somewhat dazzling sunlight.
"Look, I've prepared a seat for you. Just stay here, drink with me, chat, and let's enjoy the view together today, okay?" Lin Guang pleaded.
"Dream on," Su Ming'an turned to step onto his wheelchair.
...Now that Lu was invaded, and the fate of Yuanyuan and the others was unknown, he couldn't neglect his duties to his troops—he had to go back.
"Bang!" Pain shot through his leg, and Su Ming'an's body lurched before he fell to the ground.
He looked back; his right leg had been penetrated by a silver-white bullet, and blood splattered out.
He had never imagined Lin Guang would shoot him.
