"I'm okay. I've been meaning to ask you. Is the pistol that Xiao Wuxie gave me… with you?"
Ye Gu looked at her. Because she was only wearing Long Sijue's shirt, he could see the whip mark through the fabric of the shirt. There was a bandage wrapped around her leg. Her hair seemed messy as well…
When he recalled the way Su Qianxun took a beating for him yesterday, Ye Gu felt a suffocating pain in his chest. At the same time, he felt a surge of warmth. He had lived for almost thirty years, and no one had ever cared about him, let alone take a beating for him. He had been enduring everything by himself.
Ye Gu clenched his fists hard. Only then was he able to prevent himself from charging towards her.
"Ye Gu? Is the gun still with you?" When Su Qianxun saw that he was keeping quiet and merely fixing his gaze on her. She was a little lost because she had no idea what he was thinking about.
