"Bang..."
A gunshot pierced the silence, bringing an end to it all.
Shen Yu's body slowly collapsed, with bright red blood gushing from him, instantly staining the lawn red.
The bullet struck his heart, and Shen Yu slowly closed his eyes, no longer alive.
"No..."
Shen Li's previously shrill voice instantly weakened.
Her hands, which were beating against the window, slowly fell.
Her gaze was vacant and horrified, staring blankly ahead.
"No..."
Her voice grew softer and softer as if she were murmuring to herself.
Right in front of her, within her field of vision.
Shen Yu...
The blood-soaked Shen Yu, whose breath was gradually fading...
"Shen Li..."
Dongfang called Shen Li's name but did not dare to turn back to look at her.
He sighed deeply in his heart, feeling a repressive pain.
It wasn't because of Shen Yu's death, but because of the pain in Shen Li's heart at this moment.
Why did Huo Siyu have to do it himself?
"..."
