"Wuwuwu." Lan Xin Ai struggled unwillingly; she was about to see her husband and couldn't leave like this.
No!
Joan flipped over and sat steadily.
The helicopter's blades spun more fiercely, and the cabin door slowly started to close.
Lan Xin Ai desperately squeezed outward; Joan raised her hand and pushed her back in directly.
At that moment, Lan Xin Ai felt as though she had fallen into a cold, icy ocean, utterly despairing.
The helicopter slowly rose...
Lan Xin Ai's pupils enlarged, her lips emitted intense sounds.
"Bang."
A bullet came from afar; the person stationed in the position tilted their head, showing no more signs of life.
The just rising helicopter crashed to the ground with a rumble, shaking violently. Lan Xin Ai's head collided somewhere unknown, burning with pain.
Yet she felt nothing, for between heaven and earth, her eyes had only the man walking against the wind, tears flowing fiercely.
Joan flipped over to the front and reached for the switch.
