Lu Jinchen winced as sharp pain shot through his arm. A bullet had grazed him, cutting through skin and soaking his sleeve in blood.
"Jinchen!"
Xia Yuqing's scream echoed through the dome. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the red blooming across his white shirt. Panic clutched her heart along with a deep, murderous intent. Her gaze darted across the space and locked eyes with the shooter.
That face.
It was him—the man who had poisoned her wine during their honeymoon. The moment their eyes met, she saw the man's eyes were full of determination. He was here to kill. But what surprised her was that his gaze was locked on Lu Jinchen.
As if his target was not her, but Lu Jinchen.
She pursed her lips, feeling strange, when the man raised his gun and fired again.
"Watch out!"
Without thinking, Xia Yuqing grabbed Lu Jinchen's collar and yanked him down. The second bullet tore through the air, missing his head by mere inches.
