She couldn't help but think of the time when she returned with Xiao Chen, sitting in the car, but back then, she leaned into Xiao Chen's warm embrace.
Thinking that she would soon meet his parents and family, her heart was filled with nervous excitement and joy.
At that time, she was still immersed in immense happiness, full of anticipation for their future life together.
But in just a few short days, the beautiful dream had already shattered.
The bullet wound on her shoulder hurt terribly, so painful that she felt as if she were about to die.
However, she didn't want to bandage it or relieve the pain.
Now she was merely a walking corpse; only the pain could remind her that she was still alive.
Pressing hard on the wound, the pain instantly swept from the wound to her entire body.
Her already pale face became as white as paper.
Lan Yue, however, chuckled lightly and then looked out the window, laughing.
