In her heart, however, there wasn't the usual decisiveness that comes with killing, and as she hesitated, the muzzle was tightly gripped by a pale and weak slender hand. A woman's voice, so soft it was almost like a mosquito's buzz, intermittently came from the grass.
"Stop... I... want... to live..."
Though the voice was weak, it was filled with a strong desire for survival. It was like a sharp blade cutting through the night, revealing a golden light that was shocking to behold.
This made Fengye Wuyin's eyes widen in surprise as he stared at Jun Yiyi. She was still unconscious with her eyes closed, her awareness unclear, yet it was as if her subconscious knew her life was hanging by a thread, prompting this incredible action.
She continued to tightly grip his gun's muzzle.
Fengye Wuyin's eyes darkened. Furious, he grabbed her clothing and gritted his teeth at her face.
