She wondered if Xin Yanting's tattoo was still on her body. If it was, would she feel pained every time she saw it? If it wasn't, then how did she feel when she removed it?
Su Yue's eyebrows knitted closely as she stared out of the window.
Ming Ansheng smiled gently and said, "Actually, a tattoo is considered art. There are people who tattooed themselves because it's art."
Su Yue knew that Ming Ansheng was teasing her and she smiled. The next moment, she threw him a long and menacing look. She breathed, "Then did you get your tattoo because of art or the tattoo was to mourn over your forbidden love with Sister Meiduo?"
Ming Ansheng pressed his lips. "Let's continue to talk about your brother and Xin Yanting."
He had no idea that the gun would point to himself so abruptly. He didn't want to die, so he should wallow in this misery with her.
