The sound of gunfire erupted, and the banquet hall was plunged into chaos, with screams, shouts, and the noise of tables, chairs, and wine glasses being knocked over and shattered—all a tangled mess.
Shen Yufeng was pushed back by Lu Jingyi, and as he steadied himself, he saw Lu Jingyi in front of him with a growing deep red stain on her chest. The ice-blue evening gown was dyed red with fresh blood, and her body swayed, about to fall…
Shen Yufeng startled, quickly stepped forward to catch her, and Lu Jingyi collapsed into his arms.
"Hold on, I'm taking you to the hospital right now!"
Lu Jingyi's face was pallid as she gazed into Shen Yufeng's eyes and said weakly:
"If I could die in your arms… This life would have been worth it!"
*
That night, after An Xiaoyu made a phone call to Tong Xi, she went to work on her design drawings.
However, she felt somewhat restless and uneasy. The pencil broke suddenly as it sketched lines on the paper, puncturing the surface.
