The streets of the restricted zone were cold and gloomy.
The Whisky Bar gushed with flames and surging heat, seemingly powerful enough to devour all darkness and cold. Scattered specks of light made the entire sky eerily brilliant.
It illuminated the path Xu Si had taken.
With every step she took, blood dripped, forming a straight, dotted line.
Xu Si collapsed in his embrace, kneeling in a pool of blood. As life ebbed away, she could no longer hear any sound but a restless buzzing in her ears. It was dense and entangling, like an inescapable giant net, shrouding her with the sickly sweet scent of death.
So this is how painful it is to be stabbed to death.
A bone must be broken, right?
She closed her eyes, firmly imprinting Pei Zhen's image in her mind. If fortune isn't on my side and I die here, at least the last person I see will be him.
Could it be that I even feel it's not a loss?
