She understood that feeling; she had felt the same way before, only in the rush of an accelerating heartbeat could she sense that she was still alive.
She fell backward.
A pair of hands steadied her.
She turned around, looking into his eyes, "Su Qinghou," she dropped the gun, wanting to touch his face, but he instinctively flinched, then became still, allowing her fingers to rest on his cheek. The blood surged from her chest, her eyes felt hot, and she called his name again, "Don't dance alone anymore; it makes one's heart ache to watch."
Her hand slipped, and she closed her eyes.
The blinding red flooded her pupils, and for a moment, Su Qinghou was taken aback, his face showing a panic that had never crossed it before, making him feel estranged, lost.
The blood kept flowing, turning her blue and white hospital gown entirely red, even dripping onto his hands.
"Kill them all."
Leaving just that sentence behind, he rushed into the lab with Zhan Dongdong in his arms.
