The luxurious and quiet living room.
The crystal lamp light poured over Mu Wan and Qin Mu, as if gilding them in a layer of golden light.
Mu Wan nestled in Qin Mu's arms, and the remnants of passion in the living room hadn't completely dissipated.
The air was still filled with an ambiguous aura, quite tantalizing.
"Qin Mu..."
Mu Wan didn't know what to say, as she picked up the blanket to wrap around herself, looking at the man in front of her, wanting to speak but stopping.
One shot, one hit...
One move, one kill.
These words, coming from Qin Mu's mouth, although the man showed no unnecessary emotions, she knew... the man's heart was in immense pain.
Mu Wan pursed her lips, reaching out with her soft white hand to rest it on Qin Mu's shoulder, gently pulling him into her embrace.
"I believe there's definitely a misunderstanding here, right?"
Since the three of them grew up together, inseparable, with deep feelings.
Qin Mu... how could he possibly shoot and kill him?
