For a moment, Yan Sijue's mind went blank, and Qiao Yebai's voice seemed to suddenly become distant and unreal.
In a daze, he heard himself asking, "…More than a month? Why?"
More than a month? What kind of injury could keep her bedridden for more than a month?!
"Because she was shot." Qiao Yebai said indifferently, but with a thick sense of mockery, "She took a bullet for someone else, do you think she's foolish?"
It was as if Yan Sijue had been punched hard; his face was pale, devoid of any color!
A roar resounded in his mind, with only one sentence constantly circling.
She took a bullet for someone else...
She took a bullet for someone else!
In that situation, who else could make her risk her life like that, who else...
Yan Sijue slowly lifted his head to look at the man opposite him, his pitch-black pupils almost desolate!
Qiao Yebai said he wouldn't want to know.
It turned out that the truth was so heavy, so heavy that he could barely bear it!
