The world is quiet, and after the gunfire, it is restored to its original state.

The stars are there, the Milky Way is still there, and the mountains remain unchanged.

Nothing seems to have happened here.

Except for the people who fell to the ground, it clearly shows what happened before here.

"Where should I do this?"

"How boring will you die in a moment?"

Zhao Qiwei talked to himself, and the muzzle that was facing Zhan Lianshi's head turned and landed on Zhan Lianshi's arm that was pulling Lin Liang.

He smiled.

“This is a good location.”

"Since you need to be affectionate, you need to be more affectionate."

As he spoke, he pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Puchi!

When the bullet penetrated Zhan Lian's arm accurately, he wanted to pull Lin Lian's hand and loosen it, and Lin Lian hung down instantly.

But those five fingers seemed to be stuck with Lin Lian. Even after the shot, he did not let go of her hand.

But……

The blood splashed out, splashing into Lin Liang's eyes. She subconsciously closed her eyes and then opened them.

There was blood in front of me.

Her eyelashes moved, blinked the bloody color and looked at his hands.

It's already black, and even if blood flows out, it's just darker in color.

But in the night at this time, even the darkest black color is not as deep as the night color.

Lin Lian couldn't see the blood on his clothes, but she could see the sudden breaking of his coat on his arm being shot through.

Then, she felt wet.

The wet slid down his arms and into her hands. She smelled the fishy and sweet smell in the hands they held.

Blood.

Lin Lian looked at his hand, watching the blood winding down, connecting it into a constant line from his hand to hers.

She looked up and looked at him.

His eyes were red and his hands were trying hard, still pulling her up.

Even, he stretched out his other hand and pulled her together.

do not give up.

Just like that time.

Zhao Qiwei looked at it, frowned, and looked moved: "It's so touching. Zhan Lianshi, you're so affectionate."

"It's almost better than me, Zhao Qiwei."

"Come on, I'll add another fire to your affection."

After saying that, he pointed the gun at Zhan Lianshi's other arm and heard: "Bang!"

Another sound, Zhan Lianshi's hands were hanging down, but he grabbed Lin Liang's hands with both hands.

And because of his movements, his body was sliding down.

Lin Lian saw it, her lips moved, and then opened it: "Zhan Lianshi."

The voice is very soft, and it sounds extremely gentle under the night.

At this moment, it seemed that there was no one else in the world, only two of them.

She doesn't hate him or blame him.

She and him seemed to have not experienced the pain.

She and him were the same as that year.

He said: "Don't talk."

His voice was hoarse and he could not see any weakness.

He didn't look at her, but he still grabbed her hand and pulled it up, and the blood from his hands continued to flow down with him.

Soon, the palms they connected were covered with blood.

Even their hands were dyed red.

Freshly hot, hot.

Lin Lian looked at the blue veins that burst on his hands and the tendons that were also swelling on his neck and forehead. He kept his eyes open and a shallow smile spread across the corners of his mouth: "Actually, I don't regret meeting you."

"Maybe our encounter was the beginning of my pain, but that year, I was very happy and happy."

"Although you don't love me, you gave me something I've never had."

"I think that's happiness."

"I don't regret it."

Zhan Lianshi's eyes were fixed on her hands, and the ink inside rolled layer by layer, as if it was about to gush out.

Lin Lian looked at his eyes and his face. The face that was still beautiful under the starlight, and her eyebrows were slightly bent: "If time comes again, you ask me to marry you, I think I will still agree."

"I don't feel short or regretful in this life."

"Enough, let it go."

Her fingertips moved, trying to break free from his hands.

She didn't want him to die with her.

unnecessary.

As she said, she had no regrets.

No regrets.

That's fine.

Zhan Lian's lips were pursed, and even his hands were trembling.

But he grabbed her tighter, but something rolled down in his eyes, and it fell on their hands that were holding each other with a bang.

The bright red blood was stained.

"Don't - say - talk!"

His hands were hard and fierce, and he appeared in his eyes at the same time: "I will not let you go even if I die!"

He instantly accumulated all his strength in his palm and pulled her upwards, while he rolled toward him.

At this time, Zhao Qiwei's gun pointed at Zhan Lianshi's head.

Clear, direct, no longer transfer.

There was no longer a smile on his face, and his wild and unruly aura disappeared without a trace at this time.

He had no expression, nor did he have any desire.

He was like throwing everything away, leaving only this body, doing this last thing.

He said: "Zhan Lianshi, like me, you had unique family conditions and wealth that others could not imagine."

"But we are not happy, we are not happy."

"But you are lucky than me."

“You are lucky in everything.”

Zhao Qiwei curled his lips and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The bullet shot towards Zhan Lianshi, and at this moment, Zhan Lianshi pulled Lin Jian up in an instant, hugged her and rolled to the ground.

Hearing the gunshots, he rolled on the ground with Lin Jian in his arms, dodging the bullets that were shooting.

Zhao Qiwei walked over and the bullets in the gun kept firing out.

Even when he saw Zhan Lianshi and Lin Lian coming up, his expression did not change.

His muzzle was only aimed at two people, and he turned as Zhan Lianshi dodged.

Zhan Lianshi hugged Lin Lian tightly into his arms, pressing her face tightly on his chest, preventing her from seeing it.

While dodging, he looked at Zhao Qiwei, and at the same time listening to the sound of his gun. When Zhao Qiwei had only three bullets left in his gun, his hand was on the ground for a moment, and he was about to push Lin Jian aside and run towards Zhao Qiwei.
To be continued...