Devoured by hatred, driven mad with the desire for destruction, a cold light flashed in the eyes. Raising an arm, the dark muzzle of the gun aimed at Jingxi, just a few steps away from Beichen Rui, quickly pulling the trigger.
"Bang..."
...
As the world spun, before figuring out what was happening, a small body collided into a warm, broad embrace.
Once, he longed for his biological dad to appear, certain that he would have a warm embrace to let himself go wild. At night, being able to sleep peacefully nestled in his embrace had always been his dream.
So warm, so warm...
Opening tear-filled eyes, staring at the enlarged, handsome face that seemed carved from the same mold as his own.
At this moment, he was half-squatting on the ground, holding him tightly in his embrace, blood flowing down his arm, gathering into a round drop, falling onto the gravel-lined ground.
