Lock onto the target, pull the trigger, and don't hesitate. Those were the instructions the instructor repeated hundreds of times.
Through his sniper scope, Qichuan saw Lu Xileite. He turned around, and Qichuan forgot his orders.
"That was the first mistake I made," Qichuan said.
This is a story that doesn't go smoothly, a story of two extraordinary people locked in fierce opposition.
I once thought the road lay ahead of me and that I could decide my own life. But it was all a joke.
Even people themselves are made by others. When genes become playthings and lives are toyed with in someone else's hands, what is left that truly belongs to us?
Since starting work, I've had no time at all to update. Looking at this story, I feel like I've completely lost the thread, so I'll do a major rewrite. I'll stick with updating, QAQ.
