Gu Yixuan suddenly let out a sinister smile, "Very well, it was you who agreed to let me shoot, so don't blame me for being ruthless."
Mo Ran's heart shuddered, and she stared deeply at him, as if to imprint him in her mind.
Closing her eyes, she slowly said, "Go ahead and shoot."
To die at his hand was also a kind of release.
After death, she hoped to never meet him again in the next life; she didn't want to continue this cursed bond any longer. It was too painful; she didn't want the pain to persist.
Gu Yixuan's gaze was devoid of any ripples, but suddenly, a glint of murderous intent flashed through his eyes!
"Bang—" A gunshot suddenly rang out.
Mo Ran's body swayed, trembling all over.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw Gu Yixuan holding up his left hand, with a gun in it, the barrel smoking, pointing in the direction of—Wen Sha.
Wen Sha lay on the ground with wide-open eyes, a bullet hole in her forehead…