In this crucial moment, Song Qingchun became surprisingly steady and calm. She looked at Fang Rou silently without moving even a muscle. She was calm, way too calm considering the situation she was in. It caused Fang Rou to hesitate for a moment, and her finger that pressed the trigger halted. She paused for two seconds before pulling on the trigger with a grit of her teeth.
"Fang Rou." Song Qingchun suddenly called her name. Her tone was level.
Since she had the gun in her hand and thus the upper hand in the situation, Fang Rou found herself kind enough to give Song Qingchun another minute to say her last words.
Fang Rou released her finger from the trigger and put the gun down beside her without hesitation. Her lips twitched with generous contempt. "What? You planning to beg me for mercy?"
"No, not that…" Song Qingchun's tone was as serene as her expression. "Before you pull the trigger, I have something to tell you."