Gu Moqian dragged her swiftly, ducking into the nearby darkness. In that split second, the sound of gunfire erupted so close to their ears it felt like it was grazing them, leaving Ji Wei's eardrums buzzing with pain.
"Mo Qian, are you hurt?"
The darkness ahead was impenetrable, and Ji Wei couldn't tell if he was injured. Her hands groped wildly over the man's body just in case.
When her hand brushed against Gu Moqian's arm, he couldn't suppress a muffled groan.
Ji Wei felt a sticky, slippery liquid on her hand. Her expression changed drastically, and she spoke urgently, "Mo Qian, you're bleeding!"
The woman's voice trembled, but Gu Moqian's face remained composed and measured, without a trace of panic: "Just a scratch. Don't worry."
His steady tone didn't sound like someone gravely injured, and Ji Wei finally exhaled a bit, relieved.
At that moment, two figures emerged swiftly from the darkness, approaching them.
