Chen Shichun certainly wouldn't respond; she didn't even dare to turn and look toward the source of the voice.
She could only stand rigidly like a statue, feeling the presence behind her, as formidable as a blazing torch, slowly approaching.
She accepted her fate, closing her eyes without a hint of resentment in her heart.
The battlefield is just like this; you bet and accept the consequences!
The winners walk away unscathed, the losers leave their lives behind.
She only felt a bit regretful.
Regretful that she had never experienced a love affair until her death.
But at that moment, she felt a lightness in her hand, and suddenly raised her eyes to find her gun had already appeared in the hand of that young man opposite her.
This was her first sight of Xue An's appearance.
The speculation of him being a burly giant or an elderly man was overturned; it turned out the one who easily defeated her and wiped out her entire squad was a ridiculously handsome young man.
