They Brought the Blame upon Themselves

He could barely hear the sound of gunfire echoing in the room.

Tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, but there was no hair. Through the snow-white ceiling, she seemed to see her father waving at her, saw a little girl with a ponytail running towards her, laughing.

Everything seemed to be far away from her. She and her child, her father, were about to meet in heaven, and no one would ever come back to ruin their happiness.

"Mu Bai!" Feng Xue'er cried as she threw herself into Ji Mubai's embrace. Her two hands tightly gripped onto his clothes in front of his chest. Her body was trembling and her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.

Ji Mubai blankly stared at the dark red light on Mo Wen's chest. The big hand seemed to be unable to bear the weight of the spear. With a "pa" sound, the pistol heavily fell onto the ground, waking up everyone in the room.