*This chapter is dedicated to @ChubbyLiv and @LotusLin for their generous support of this novel! Thank you so much for the castle and your support! *
A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped out of the shadow of the bedroom frame, dragging his right leg along the floorboards. The lower part of his leg was soaked in blood, and he had tied a handkerchief tightly around the wound.
One side of his eyeglasses was shattered, while the other side remained undamaged. Instead of taking them off, he continued to wear them, and in his right hand, he gripped something that was chillingly clear. It was a sleek, black handgun.
Cixi froze, pressing her spine flat against the wall.
The man paused, standing a few steps away from her as he studied her intently. He took in her face and gradually shifted his gaze down to her toes, not out of desire, but in an attempt to understand why a woman was here.
He levelled the dark barrel of his gun, aiming directly at her chest.
