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A smear of scarlet splashed, blurring the vision.
Staring blankly at the figure falling before her, Lu Wenjin's eyes reddened as she muttered, "Why?"
Clutching his chest, Si Jing tugged at the corner of his lips, "I've said it before, I don't want to owe anyone favors."
"Fuck your grandfather!" Lu Wenjin squatted down and helped the man up, "I told you my fight with that person had nothing to do with you. If we're going, we're going together!"
Fresh blood kept pouring from the wound, staining the entire white shirt red, stinging the eyes.
He was already covered in scars, and now with a gunshot wound to the chest, he was hanging by a thread, his breathing growing lighter and shallower.
Si Jing's eyebrows were full of weariness, his face pale as a ghost, his parched lips parted, "I don't need the Lu's pity....."