Wu Qing's mind went blank, staring into his hollow gaze, as if in this moment she appeared in his eyes, but only for the last time.
"Ah!" Wu Qing screamed in agony, holding him tightly in her embrace. He was dead; how was she to live on properly?
Tears soaked his face, then she slowly lowered her head, her lips gently covering his cold, thin lips, filled with longing and contentment.
"I swore I would be loyal to you to the death," you die, I die."
In that moment, she no longer wanted revenge, she just wanted to follow him, afraid she wouldn't catch up if she was late.
Bang!
Accompanied by a gunshot, Wu Qing, with a satisfied expression, collapsed into Qiu Jun's arms.
Silence fell in the room, three people staring at the two corpses on the ground.
"They... just died like that?" Xiao Bai's mind was still somewhat dazed.
Qiu Jun took a bullet for the boss, Wu Qing died for love for Qiu Jun...
Clearly, both were merciless killers, yet they had done something unbelievable.
