Gu Xixi bit her lip fiercely, a syringe in hand, filled with an ice-blue liquid that emitted a charming glow in the night, beautiful yet dangerous. Mu Liang raised an eyebrow, his gaze calm.
"The last two shots, use this instead," Gu Xixi tore away her sorrowful facade, her eyes brimming with boundless venom and vengeance, "I want you and Qiao Xia, for all eternity, to be within reach yet worlds apart."
Mu Liang gripped the gun tighter. If he delayed any longer, his hand was sure to fail, and his body, if subjected to two more shots, one in the heart and one in the abdomen, would undoubtedly perish, especially since his last gunshot wound had not yet fully healed.
One choice led to certain death, the other offered a reprieve.
Mu Liang let go, retracting the gun. Gu Xixi threw the syringe through the air, which Mu Liang caught.
This was a vial of poison.
He was acutely aware of it.
