"Sorry, I think I'm late..."
Outside the church, Zhong Li, who was dressed in black, had one hand in his pocket as he raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a smile.
Song Yaoyao was confused. "Why is he here?" As soon as she finished speaking, she thought of something and looked down at Zhongli Xue who was lying on the ground.
Half of her palm was pierced by a bullet, and the bloody mess on the ground was a ghastly sight.
Song Yaoyao was surprised to find that when she saw the blood again, she was able to suppress the violent and negative emotions in her heart.
This was a good sign.
"Are you here to pick her up?"
On the ground, Zhongli Xue slowly woke up. She lay on the ground and looked at Zhong Li with tears in her eyes. "Brother..."
Her voice was soft and gentle, and it sounded like she was crying, making people feel pity for her.
"Tsk, who are you calling brother?"
