Pei Qinghan took a step back with Yun Ya in his arms, separating himself from Pei Qinghan's hand, the gun barrel tightened a few more degrees: "I came today to avenge Yun Ya."
"You are her closest kin, yet you killed her with your own hands. Blood for blood, you should go to hell and seek Yun Ya for forgiveness."
With Pei Qinghan's words, his eyes turned blood red, and where the gun barrel went, three people fell to the ground.
Yun Shu never thought she would die so unexpectedly. She stared blankly at the ceiling, someone was smiling at her, tugging a gentle smile at the corner of their mouth. I'm finally going to find you, but do you still recognize me?
She had long become unrecognizable, even to herself. Perhaps this was heaven's punishment for her...
In the last moment of her consciousness drifting away, she suddenly used all her strength to spit out a mouthful of blood, unwilling...
