"Xiao Jin, it's me." Que Zelian gently wrapped her bloodstained, gun-wielding hands in his palms and spoke softly.
"Que Zelian..." The moment Xiao Jinsheng saw Que Zelian, the tears welling up in her eyes could no longer be held back and streamed down her face.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" Que Zelian gently wiped the bloodstains off her face with his mist-covered hand.
"I killed someone," Xiao Jinsheng sobbed.
"You did well." Que Zelian tucked her messy hair behind her ears and comforted her with a reassuring smile as he stroked her head. "Xiao Jin is much braver than I am. At the beginning, I didn't even dare fire a gun."
"Don't be afraid. We've all come to find you." Que Zelian gently pulled her into his embrace, pressing down on her hand, which was still gripping the trigger and keeping the gun primed. "With me here, you're safe now."
"Shall we go home first, okay?"
"But this gun..." Xiao Jinsheng's hands were still trembling.
She thought of it as the gun of no return.
