"Si Mo?" Xia Yiwan gawked at the man before her, her hand unconsciously lowering.
He's not dead?
"Mm." Si Mo revealed a gentle smile on his face, strode over and embraced her: "Don't be afraid, you're safe now."
Seeing Xia Yiwan lower her gun, Mu Cangkong let out a long sigh of relief.
Only when her face was against Si Mo's warm, strong chest did Xia Yiwan finally confirm that Si Mo was alright.
"Ah!" Xia Yiwan let out a loud cry and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Great, he's okay!
He's still alive and well.
Xia Yiwan thought this while sobbing.
Mu Cangkong stood aside, letting out a long sigh of relief.
Then there was a "Bang" noise.
Immediately followed by Mu Cangkong's whining voice: "Wanwan! Why the hell did you hit me?"
Xia Yiwan was startled; she had forgotten to put the gun down just now...
Si Mo sighed, turned around, and took the gun from her hand.
The muzzle was quietly releasing a wisp of blue smoke.
