A sharp, piercing pain shot through her shoulder from behind.
She had always known that Xiao Chen's guns and bullets were customized; being shot would mean losing half one's life, even if it didn't kill.
But she never imagined it would hurt this much, to the point where she could barely lift her feet to walk.
She had been shot before, but never had she experienced pain like this.
The pain exploded and spread at her shoulder, and the cold sweat on her forehead began to slide down her cheeks almost instantly.
The distance between them was already short, and Xiao Chen quickly caught up.
Lan Yue calculated the distance; it was enough, and she really couldn't go on any longer.
The sound of footsteps grew closer and closer, finally stopping behind her.
The cold barrel pressed against her back, but Lan Yue suddenly felt relieved; she was really too tired. If she could die by Xiao Chen's hands now, it would be the best ending for her.
