"You..." Xing Chen's words hadn't even left his mouth when a hard, cold object pressed against his chest.
His face instantly turned ashen!
He didn't need to look to know it was a gun!
The woman he loved the most, the mother of his two children, was actually using a gun to press against his chest!
Five and a half years of feelings, could it be... just so fragile?
His dark eyes narrowed, and the air around him began to grow denser.
Xing Chen frowned, his gaze never leaving Ran Xiangsi's face for even a second.
He saw her eyes grow hollow, with no love, no fear, no regret... not even hesitation.
Such a Ran Xiangsi was undoubtedly unfamiliar to Xing Chen.
He couldn't see through what she was thinking inside.
"You won't shoot." He spoke in a deep voice, his distinctly articulated finger lightly touching her cheek.
Ran Xiangsi bit her lip. No matter how cold and ruthless she appeared on the outside, it couldn't hide the immense grief and sorrow inside her!
