Shi Yin snatched the black handgun from the woman's hand, instinctively wanting to hide it.
When he turned his head, his peripheral vision inadvertently caught sight of Xu Linchuan's figure, forcing him to stop his movement.
He gripped her hand tightly, as if awaiting judgment, nervously and anxiously looking at the other man: "If you're taking her, take me too."
Shi Yin made his decision in an instant.
No matter what Ruan Yuan's true identity was, as long as she remained his woman, he'd never leave her.
Whatever lies ahead, whether fortune or misfortune, they'd face it together.
His straightforward words caused Ruan Yuan's already reddened eyes to brim with crystalline tears.
She wrapped her arms around Shi Yin, who had shielded her from start to finish, like a wandering bird finally finding a place to rest.
"The gun is mine." Ruan Yuan choked out, her voice hoarse: "It has nothing to do with Shi Yin, he..."
