In a daze.
She saw a dark figure standing on the eaves above, his black-painted gun pointed at her.
In the depth of the night, a bone-chilling cold crawled into her heart and lungs.
The moment that figure pulled the trigger, Jiang Ruan drew her hidden short knife from her waist and hurled it vigorously and accurately towards him.
The knife moved at an extremely high speed – it only left an illusion in the air and hit the target within two seconds.
Before Jiang Ruan could see clearly, everything before her eyes suddenly turned black.
A figure hurled itself to block her.
Thud ——
The sound of the bullet entering flesh amplified next to her ear.
Jiang Ruan's eyebrows knitted together fiercely. The pale-faced girl in front of her collapsed onto her shoulder. Rapidly spreading red stained her clothes, and droplets of blood fell onto the light grey floor, forming a small pool of blood.
"Cheng... Xu?"
