"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm here." Shen Yibei gently patted her back, his voice as tender as water.
Lan Ruowei tightly gripped his hand. At this moment, she hadn't realized how much she depended on him.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Shen Yibei looked at the woman in his arms. Her tears melted his heart into water.
Lan Ruowei cried for a while, and as soon as she lifted her head, she saw the man's expression change: "Watch out."
A bullet flew toward Lan Ruowei.
There was no time to dodge. Shen Yibei grabbed Lan Ruowei, let out a painful cry from his throat, and fell half-kneeling on the ground.
Bang bang bang.
The bodyguards immediately fired a few shots at the person on the ground holding a gun, and that person was completely dead.
"Shen Yibei."
Lan Ruowei's face changed drastically. She grabbed Shen Yibei, looked at his back, and saw blood staining his clothes red.
"It's okay." Shen Yibei's vision blurred, and the woman's crying became increasingly faint.
"Shen Yibei."
