Shen Nie reached out to brush aside the hair from her face. Her cheeks were stained with two spots of blood and some dirt, her small face filthy, really... not good-looking.
Shen Nie clenched his fists.
He really shouldn't have softened back then and let Ming Mei learn things she wasn't supposed to.
The battlefield didn't belong to her.
She shouldn't be living this kind of life.
Shen Nie regretted it very much, a kind of regret he had never felt before.
In the front passenger seat sat one of Shen Nie's subordinates. He thought Shen Nie was blaming himself for not protecting Ming Mei and whispered, "Leader... don't blame yourself, Miss just has a slight injury."
Shen Nie smiled, "Yes, just a slight injury. But if I had been a little late today?"
Today, just a little bit, just a little time, by the time he arrived, perhaps... he could only collect Ming Mei's body.
The intensity of today's gunfight far exceeded what he had imagined.
