"Yinyin, Yinyin..." the man beside her called her several times.
Mu Yin finally turned her head back in confusion, "Hmm?"
Without saying anything, he raised the handkerchief in his hand and gently wiped her face.
Mu Yin instinctively reached out to block it, but unexpectedly touched the cool liquid on her face.
It turned out she had been crying!
"Don't blame yourself, he deserved to die." He comforted softly and gently raised his hand again to dry her tears.
Mu Yin shook her head, clearly not crying, yet the tears kept streaming out.
She wasn't feeling guilty, really!
She felt pain, a very deep pain, so intense that it suffocated her.
The bullet had hit his chest, but why did she feel so much pain?
It felt as if she were dying.
Even though she hated him so much!
"Are you very sad?" He felt jealous, a surge of jealousy like he had never felt before overwhelming him.
He deeply felt that her heart had irrevocably fallen for that man.
Was he too late?
