Time seemed to stand still, no one moved, Yan Luoxi slowly lowered her head to look at her chest, she stared up at Li Yeqi, suddenly her legs gave way, and she fell to the ground.
Why were there no bullets?
Fu Xuan staggered back two steps, and Fu Lun reached out to steady her. His gaze fell on Yan Luoxi, who had collapsed to the ground, he had not expected her to be so vehement.
Even now, his heart was still trembling.
Li Yeqi's hand holding the gun was still suspended in mid-air, at the angle that could have shot straight through her heart. If there had been bullets in the gun, then by now she would have died in front of him.
Just the thought of her dying made his hand tremble uncontrollably.
He had never imagined that one day the gun in his hands could possibly harm the woman he loved most. At this moment, he didn't even lower his eyes to glance at her. Why had she been able to decisively pull the trigger at her own heart just now?
Had she thought of him in that moment?
