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The temperature in Muscat was extremely high and heatwaves roiled. The temperature was so high that people felt stifled.

The glint in the man's purple eyes gradually faded and they became dull. In the flash of an eye, an immense hatred surged in his eyes as he pressed his hand against his bleeding chest, which had turned red.

His purple eyes seemed to be dyed this very shade of red.

Hatred covered all the sadness he felt.

'Wei Wei, why didn't you ask and just shoot? Why didn't you ask me anything? Why didn't you say a word or ask anything and just shot me first? Well, then. Very well…'

His chest was hurting immensely.

His heart, as though it was tugged at by steel threads, sharply ached immeasurably. The steel threads wrapped around his heart, breaking it into pieces.

Her shooting him utterly shattered his heart.