"Chi Jingxuan..."
The crisp, sweet voice echoed across the cemetery, carrying a faint reverberation that became even more brazen and unrestrained in the emptiness of the wild landscape.
Chi Jingxuan lifted his gaze to see Lin Xixi clutching Qin Yuji by the collar, a gun in her hand, the barrel pressed firmly against her temple.
"Chi Jingxuan, you've got three minutes. If you're not standing in front of her in three minutes, well, I'm sorry, but I'll pull the trigger."
As she said this loudly, Lin Xixi watched the injured man who had been crawling slowly suddenly take off running with surprising speed. Unable to suppress herself, she burst into laughter. But as she laughed, tears began to stream from the corners of her eyes.
