"Shen Chi, you're insane!"
Wen Zhiyuan stepped forward, trying to snatch the gun from Shen Chi's hand!
The usually gentle and jade-like Wen Zhiyuan now appeared somewhat impatient. A hint of unrest shimmered on his alabaster-carved face.
But who was Shen Chi? How could he let Wen Zhiyuan take the gun from his hand?
"Shen Chi, put the gun down! Xu Chaomu is only missing, her fate unknown. Have you ever thought about this—if you die and she's still alive, how worthless your death would be? Such a simple truth, how can you not understand it?"
Wen Zhiyuan urged, "There's plenty of time in the future. If you stay alive, and she does too, what could you not discuss properly?"
Silence, a deathly silence.
Sunlight streamed through the mist, shining on Shen Chi and Wen Zhiyuan.
For a long, long time, Shen Chi finally lowered the gun in his hand.
Letting his hand fall, he placed the gun on the balcony.
