A faint emotion flashed across Bo Jinchuan's eyes as he looked at her deeply. In the end, he carried her into the helicopter.
"Mian!"
"Chu Boyang." Ji Fengmian's voice was clean and cold.
"If you still want to shoot someone, why don't you kill me first?"
Chu Boyang's deep eyes trembled heavily. The expression in his eyes was like a crushed inkstone, the fragments mixed with the scattered ink, messy and heavy.
As if shocked by something, he lowered his grip on the pistol.
"No, I won't shoot you, Mian…"
"Don't call me." Ji Fengmian said indifferently, "My body is paralyzed, not my brain. I know better than anyone if you will shoot me."
Chu Boyang's tall body swayed as he stood rooted to the ground. The wind from the helicopter's rotors made his eyes sting, but he still looked up and watched as Bo Jinchuan carried Ji Fengmian into the cabin.
