Chapter 109: To Save or Not to Save?

The man, when he saw her, still pointed his gun at her without loosening his grip.

Lai Bao looked at the man, full of wariness and covered in blood, and slowly raised his hands, "I didn't know it was you; I meant no harm."

Mu Qian withdrew his hand and threw the gun onto the snowy ground, coldly spat out one word, "Leave."

One word seemed to drain all his energy as he leaned his head against the tree, breathless. His face was terribly pale, his lips white as well—he must have lost too much blood.

"Leave."

Another cold, oppressive command, that sharp gaze almost threatening to tear her apart.

Lai Bao turned swiftly and ran back the way she had come, not daring to stop for a moment.

It was a joke, what if Mu Qian, displeased, really shot at her?

Reaching the pavilion, she finally stopped, panting as she turned back, "He's lost so much blood, what if he dies?"

"But, he is a murderer," he deserved to die.

"No, he is still Mu Bai's older brother; I cannot just let him die."