Her face suddenly turned pale as she almost smelled the scent of death - she loosened her grip on Qin Yu, but her body lightened and was forcefully placed on a casual sofa four or five meters away by Qin Yu.
She sat down, leaning against the soft cushion, Qin Yu half-knelt in front of her, his fingertips touching the wound on her abdomen.
It was originally just a bullet wound, but now, it was expanding, expanding freely from the inside out.
"What kind of bullet is it?"
"I don't know, a strange bullet, it feels like it's melting inside me." Her voice was already trembling and weak, and cold sweat was flowing from her forehead.
Hot blood gushed out from her abdomen, completely wetting the fabric around it, and also spilling onto the sofa.
But her expression and eyes remained firm, staring at Qin Yu.
She noticed the change in Qin Yu's eyes just now - he looked shocked and frightened.
It seemed like he guessed what it was, so he was afraid - she might die.
