Resolute and perfect contours, as if every inch had to be deeply engraved in her mind, etched into her very bones, never to be forgotten.
By this time, she knew she had missed the last chance to leave; it was completely too late.
Only one minute left.
Wen Xian breathed in through her reddened nose, tears blurring her vision, and said to him hoarsely, "Lu Xiao, do you know, I regret it."
Lu Xiao's body stiffened.
Wen Xian, looking at him, cried even harder, tears cascading down as she sobbed uncontrollably:
"I don't want you to do this for me; I just want you to live..."
Lu Xiao looked at the bomb in front of him, his hand with the tool stopped on the last wire, not moving any further.
He turned to Wen Xian, who was crying inconsolably, and in the depths of those cold eyes, there seemed to be extreme restraint and pain. He caressed her cheek gently before he spoke again, his voice exceptionally tender.
