Di Xiaxia was stunned, completely caught off guard. As she cast her gaze downward, she couldn't believe what was in her hand — it was unquestionably, a gun!
Di Xiaxia blinked in confusion, immediately feeling fear creeping in. Her mind was in a haze - why had he handed her a gun?
What was he trying to do?
Use the gun for a gamble?
Like Russian roulette?
Before Di Xiaxia could utter a word, he began to speak in a heavy tone. Looking at her with an unfamiliar determination in his face, he said, "Di Xiaxia, listen carefully; I will let go only if I am dead. If you truly wish to leave, then use this gun against me!"
As he spoke, he forced the gun into her hands, directing it towards himself.
"Ah..." Di Xiaxia gave a start, instinctively jerking her hand back — what was he trying to do?
Had he gone mad?
Was he not afraid of an accidental discharge?
Di Xiaxia tried to pull back desperately, but Mingzhe firmly held her hand, allowing no retreat.
