Xiang Hai Long, still with an expression as still as undisturbed water, greatly surprised Qin Ni.
"Who exactly are you?"
"To most people, I am the bad guy," Xiang Hai Long stared at her. "What about you?"
"I am too," Qin Ni's voice lacked any tone.
About half an hour later, four or five more bullets had appeared on the plate.
Then, Qin Ni wrapped Xiang Hai Long's wounds with gauze. Meanwhile, she asked, "Aren't you curious about me, I mean, don't you want to see what I look like?"
"There's no need," Xiang Hai Long's response surprised Qin Ni, who was very curious. "Why?"
Looking at the purple gauze on her face, Xiang Hai Long replied, "Since you are dressed like this, you must have your difficulties. Why should I make it harder for you?"
"You should rest for now." Qin Ni's movements hesitated slightly before she stood up and left the cottage.
