Luo Xiao's mask almost covered his entire face, as he stood with his feet apart at the edge of the hatch, his position perfectly parallel to the rising helicopter.
The woman on the opposite side of the hatch also stood with the same posture, and under the pitch-black canopy, they faced each other squarely.
She bit down on a wad of white cloth in her mouth, which was evidently a piece of clothing; Tong Ran was actually in great pain, but she felt she could endure it. Even if she couldn't bear it, she had to—simply because the man she loved was lying inside, she had to hold back.
Luo Xiao narrowed his eyes but couldn't bring himself to show any hint of pity; he never imagined there would come a day when the two of them would be facing each other, holding guns.
Why did such a day come?
Luo Xiao's gaze flickered to the man lying inside the cabin; if it weren't for Mo Nanjue, they would never have reached this point!
