The gun in her hand was still emitting a wisp of blue smoke...
She looked at Bo Yeyuan's bleeding wound, suddenly let go, and the gun fell to the ground.
Bo Yeyuan stood stiffly, his inscrutable gaze fixed on her, and every word seemed to come from deep within his heart, "Li Qiyu... did you shoot me?"
For Beitang Feng, she had raised her gun against him, even intending to kill him!
"It wasn't me..." she said softly, "The gun misfired..."
She was just trying to scare Bo Yeyuan, hoping to drive him away. He suddenly became so terrifying that not even death could deter him, and she only wanted to make him leave. It was not her intention to shoot.
Although the shot didn't hit a vital spot, it only wounded his arm, grazing it dangerously, but his sleeve was immediately soaked with blood.