The two shots, one hit his left chest, and the other hit his head.
With each shot, Huo Jingting aimed to kill.
"I wanted to live because I promised Qingcheng that I would return safely."
"But without bullets, I was doomed without a way out, and eventually, I fell into despair."
"Just when I was about to give up, I saw Huo Jingting come back to my side, walking towards me step by step, without saying anything."
"I asked him if he had any bullets left, he didn't answer, just walked straight up to me."
"At that moment, I felt something was off. I wanted to ask again, but before I could speak, I saw him raise the gun in his hand, aiming it at my heart."
After he finished speaking, a cold smile pulled at his chiseled features, years later, bringing it up again, he could still clearly feel that despair.
Mo Feng raised his hand, pressing it against his left chest, as if the wound there had healed, yet would never truly heal.
