Not a single promise was given to that resolute and independent man.
Chen Chusheng abandoned love.
Five years of anger, escape, and killing, but still unable to escape the shackles of fate.
Ye Hengyuan kicked open the door of the ward and pointed a gun at the decadent man in the wheelchair. He found that even such a pale and embarrassed Chen Chusheng had a strange sense of beauty to him.
His blood was throbbing feverishly, and a pair of strong hands pulled the trigger without hesitation. Unbiased, right between the eyebrows.