Long Sijue quickly held Su Qianxun in his arms. The young woman put her arms around him tightly. She could not stop shivering. She asked, "Is he dead? Did I shoot him dead?"
Long Sijue glanced at the dead man coldly. There was a murderous glint in his eyes. 'He's lucky that he's dead. He deserves far worse!'
"Hm, he's already dead."
Su Qianxun could barely breathe. She started shaking vigorously and mumbling, "I killed a man. I killed a man..."
Sensing her helplessness and her shivering body, he regretted telling her the truth. "The man you killed is a criminal. Don't be afraid. I'm here. I'll stay with you."
"Ke Ran. Quick, save her!" Su Qianxun quickly clutched at Long Sijue's shirt and looked up at him.
