The sea breeze was salty, mingling with a thick scent of blood.
Fu Shiyan looked up at the dark muzzle of the gun, not a trace of fear in his eyes, only regret that he could not continue to be with his lover.
He greedily wanted to take one more look at An Yan, but a gunshot echoed above the cliff.
The expected pain did not come; instead, he saw Gu Chengming's gun fall as he was hit in the wrist.
He cursed, pushed the woman towards Fu Shiyan, and turned to run towards the cliff.
With a loud bang, Gu Chengming was hit in the back and fell to the ground.
Fu Shiyan instinctively caught the woman.
A scent of perfume wafted into his nose, and he immediately realized this person was not An Yan.
Not to mention that An Yan, being pregnant, wouldn't wear perfume, she didn't use it even on normal days.
"She's not Little Five!" Mu Shaoze's voice came.
When Fu Shiyan grabbed the woman by the neck, he felt a pain there.