At that moment, she had her back to the barrel of the gun, turning around only when she heard the shouting, but her eyes didn't catch the shooter. Instead, she looked towards the person shouting. Then, she was shot in the chest, the severe pain catching her off guard. Lifting her gaze, she could only see the blurred figure not too far away.
If she hadn't seen wrong, it was definitely Nangong Feifei.
"Nangong Feifei."
She whispered a few words softly.
The palm of Qun Sijue's hand tightened, but his face didn't show any fluctuation of emotion, only a deep pair of dark eyes tenderly staring at her.
After a while, he finally raised his hand and brushed across her slightly pale cheek, "Don't think about anything. What you need to do now is to properly heal."
She obediently nodded, "Mhm."
He pressed his lips together, revealing a faint smile.
Although he had 'cleaned' himself up, his exhaustion was unmistakable, and Gu Qiangwei saw it all clearly.
