"If you wanted to kill me, you would've shot already. Why bother with the chit-chat?"
"..." Hua Buzhan's lips curved into a faint smile.
"Don't be so presumptuous! For all you know, I could pull the trigger right now!"
Jing Yiren courageously walked up to the barrel of his gun, stopping just before it, her sparkling eyes directly locking with his.
She probed, "I came here simply to ask, why did you want to kill the President? He's a good person. Do you realize how foolish your act was?"
"A good person?" Hua Buzhan sneered, trailing off into a bitter laugh that lasted for a couple of seconds.
As if he'd heard the world's most hilarious joke.
"..." Yiren frowned slightly at the sight of his laughter under the moonlight, a trace of unspoken sorrow seeping through his laughter.
