On a Stormy Night, He Pointed a Gun at Me

[Domineering Possessiveness] [Rekindled Love] [Mutual Devotion] [Sweet Romance] [Heartbreak] [Groveling for Her Forgiveness]

Li Hanting stared at her tear-streaked face and the pristine wedding dress she wore, a dress he had personally helped design. The rage and despair in his heart threatened to break free from the cage of reason.

He abruptly let go of her and stepped back, then held out a hand to a man in black standing nearby.

The man, expressionless, drew a black pistol from his waist and placed it in Li Hanting's open palm.

The cold touch of metal met his skin.

Shen Mengyan's sobs stopped abruptly.

Her eyes widened as she stared at the gun, its surface glinting faintly in the dim light, then at Li Hanting holding it. It felt as though all the blood in her body had frozen in that instant.

A gun... Why did he have a gun? Who was he, really?

Li Hanting raised his hand, slowly aiming the gun at Shen Mengyan's forehead.

His finger rested on the trigger, his hand terrifyingly steady, yet his gaze was wild with confusion.

"You didn't give me your first time, did you?" His voice was low and hoarse, eerily calm. "Everything about you, your innocence, your purity, your shyness, your love for me... It was all an act, wasn't it?"

The dark muzzle was less than twenty centimeters from the space between her brows.

Shen Mengyan could clearly smell the faint scent of metal and gun oil on the weapon.

Terror froze her entire body. She couldn't even tremble.

Tears poured uncontrollably down her face and into the corners of her mouth, salty and bitter, but she couldn't make a sound.

She wanted to explain, to deny it, to tell him that she loved only him, that her body and heart belonged to him alone.