Actually, she originally didn't want to save this man. If it weren't for the feeling that he was a good person and didn't intend to harm her, she wouldn't be able to watch someone die in front of her, so she saved him.
Half an hour later, Mi Ai, covered in sweat, pulled her hands back. At this moment, her hands were full of blood. In the tray beside her was a small bullet, and in front of her lay Mo Yuyan, with his abdomen wrapped in gauze, but still seeping a little blood.
Mo Yuyan had already fallen into a deep sleep. Mi Ai, exhausted, leaned against the chair, and by the time she cleaned up everything, another half hour had passed. It was already about midnight, and at this time, she would normally have already been asleep. Her eyelids were heavy with drowsiness, yet the bed was occupied, and her small sofa wasn't suitable for one person to sleep on.
Mi Ai yawned and leaned back on the chair, falling asleep.
