But Cielvin's awakening was only temporary; a severe headache made her feel dizzy, and the beads of sweat on her forehead revealed her pain.
"Cielvin, put down the gun…" Daniel suddenly ordered. If she aimed at him, he couldn't bear to hurt her, and if she aimed at Lester, Quinn and Yu would definitely not let her go. Although he hated Lester with a passion, he didn't want to gamble with Cielvin's life; he couldn't bear to lose her again.
"Cielvin… put it down…" Daniel called anxiously, his eyes darting towards Quinn and Yu, who were ready to attack at any moment.
Cielvin's hand holding the gun began to tremble violently, and the sweat on her forehead increased. But she had no intention of putting down the weapon. Her index finger slowly squeezed the trigger.
