"Zhang Rui!" An Ning shouted, rushing to the shooting platform.
She squatted on the platform, gently comforting her. "Don't be afraid, it's okay!"
"Wuwu..." Zhang Rui cried. "An Ning, did I hit someone? Did I?"
"No, it hit the mound behind."
Zhang Rui was still panting, trembling as she said, "Really? I felt like I hit someone. Wuwu, did I kill someone?"
"Of course not, silly. Even if you wanted to hit someone, who would stupidly let you shoot them? They'd obviously dodge." An Ning said in a relaxed tone.
Actually, it was quite tense earlier. When she fired that shot, luckily it was aimed up. If it had been aimed to the sides, it could have hit someone.
Only then did Zhang Rui let out a sigh of relief and try to stand up.
But at this moment, her legs felt weak and she couldn't stand up. "An Ning, my legs seem numb, I can't gather any strength."
Zhang Rui checked her seriously and found she wasn't injured; she must have been too scared to stand. "Don't be afraid, get up!"
