Young Master Huo really hated that seemingly indifferent, yet inherently sharp and cold aura she exuded. He got up and walked to her, placing his hands on either side of her body. His long fingers pinched her chin as he spoke in a deep, somber voice, "So, before my patience runs out with you, let me know your true intentions for approaching me. Tell me, what exactly do you want from me? If it's revenge, you didn't need to go this far."
With that, Huo Shaoyan shoved a small revolver into An Ge's palm. He grasped her hand, pressing the gun's barrel against his own chest where his heart beat, and said in a grave tone, "You can just shoot me right here..."