Lu Yiyun sat upright on the sofa downstairs, the door still open, cold wind pouring in and seeping into her collar.
Her hands were tightly clasped on her knees, trembling slightly.
Xiao Xiao had been upstairs for ten minutes. With each passing second, she grew more anxious.
In her heart, she hoped that at the last moment, Xiao Xiao would show mercy and let Lu Fusheng go.
"Bang!"
The sudden gunshot startled the birds resting on the big tree outside the window, as if it would burst her eardrums, making her heart throb hard.
In the end, she still took a ruthless action.
Unable to care about anything else, Lu Yiyun got up and rushed upstairs quickly.
In Lu Fusheng's bedroom, the scene seemed to be frozen.
Xiao Xiao's gun was pointed at Lu Fusheng, her eyes devoid of warmth.
Blood was gushing from Lu Fusheng's chest, his face gradually turning pale.
He looked at Xiao Xiao with a hint of relief in his eyes.
