"Xiao Moli shouted as he dropped the stick in his hand and abruptly lunged at her.
An Ziqi was startled, and before she could react or make any movements, she had already been tackled to the ground by Xiao Moli. They rolled together several times in the thick snow, stopping at a slightly lower area on the riverbank.
Plop, plop, plop. Snowflakes flickered up from the surrounding snow and were met with what sounded like hits from some kind of object.
An Ziqi was clueless about what had just happened, but could sense Xiao Moli's entire body taut with tension, his handsome face shadowed with concern.
Xiao Moli composed his expression as he slightly lifted his head to survey their surroundings.
Again something went "plop, plop," falling on the ground next to them.
An Ziqi turned pale, as she realized what those things were - bullets. She caught the faint scent of gunpowder.
