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Chapter 31

I gnaw numb lips back to life. Our eyes lock, the pain in his waking up a loud clamour inside me, and I inch closer, mindless of the danger, of the fact he's still holding that fucking gun against his head.

"DaoShi," I whisper, tears already pooling my eyes.

He sobs, lips pursed to keep the sound in, hand shaking, the muzzle gliding up and down the side of his head.

"DaoShi, please. Give me that gun, chong'er."