The door was gently closed.
Ji Wei still lay motionless on top of Gu Moqian. After a long moment, she finally stopped trembling all over and lifted her head slightly.
In the darkness, the woman's eyes fixed unblinkingly on the man mere inches away, still somewhat disbelieving. As their gazes locked, his eyes remained deep and unreadable.
Finally snapping out of her daze, she caught the overpowering scent of blood on him and frantically asked, "Mo Qian, you were shot earlier—where exactly is the injury…"
"It's nothing."
That shot had originally been aimed at Gu Moqian's heart, but because Ji Wei had rushed at him, his body shifted, causing the bullet to miss its mark.
Ji Wei was still worried, her hands fumbling as she searched for the wound. "How could it be nothing? It was a bullet—it hit your body!"
The room was pitch-black; Ji Wei couldn't see where he was hurt, her anxiety growing more desperate.
