Wang Hao embraced Alice with his arm and gently kissed her earlobe.
Outside the window, the bright moon, upon witnessing this scene, shyly hid behind the clouds, sneaking glances in admiration.
This night: the rain pattered on the banana leaves!
This night, the wind and rain abruptly ceased!
This night, heaven and man battled for supremacy!
...
At dawn, Wang Hao suddenly opened his eyes.
He steadied his mind and with a carp flip, leaped out of bed.
Alice was startled awake, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and asked, "What's wrong?"
As she spoke, she instinctively reached to pull back the curtains.
Seeing this, Wang Hao urgently shouted, "Don't touch the curtains!"
However!
It was already too late.
The moment the curtains were drawn, a searing bullet spiraled through the air, bearing down on them.
"Whoosh!"
The glass shattered, scattering noisily to the floor.
But the fatal bullet was firmly clutched in Wang Hao's palm.
