But before the words were fully out, there was a resounding 'bang——', a bullet shot at lightning speed hit the pocket watch on her chest. The crystal surface shattered all over, and even the custom photo inside developed a crack.
In Wen Zao's hand, at some point, appeared a delicate little silver gun. He watched without expression as Han Luoqi, unable to withstand the shock of his bullet, stumbled back a step and fell to the ground. The last trace of patience, or affection, in Wen Zao's eyes, had entirely vanished.
"Han Luoqi, if it weren't for Uncle Han's sake, the shot wouldn't have only hit your pocket watch."
Han Luoqi trembled as she held the shattered pocket watch in her hands. The crystal shards pierced her palms, yet she couldn't feel any pain, because all her pain was shattered by Wen Zao's shot.
This was their past. She had worn it for two whole years... eating, sleeping, bathing, never leaving her side. But Wen Zao, without any hesitation, shattered it into pieces.
