"Ah—"
Ji Shanshan's scream echoed in the midnight room, leaving her utterly petrified.
She clutched the quilt tightly, not daring to breathe, her whole body shaking like a sieve, her palms covered in cold sweat. In the darkness, she widened her eyes, every hair on her body standing up, holding her breath, listening intently to the sounds outside.
The gun had fired through the window, and had it been slightly off, she wouldn't be alive.
The fear in Ji Shanshan's heart grew stronger, her hands and feet so cold they were almost numb. She dared not move a muscle in the silent darkness.
Yet, after the initial gunshot, there were no further sounds in the following ten minutes.
Clearly, the shooter wasn't aiming to kill Ji Shanshan but was warning her in this manner, making her aware that if they wanted her dead, they could take her life at any moment!
Ji Shanshan was terrified, tears welling up at the corners of her eyes but not daring to fall.
Who fired the shot?
