An ordinary night.
On both sides of the river city, there are bright buildings and busy traffic. He usually keeps strangers away and acts resolutely, but now he stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes lowered, the collar of his white shirt slightly opened, and he is still as gentle as the boy he was before.
"Song Rong, let me give you a gift."
"Gift. Tsk," Song Rong's expression across a long white table was far from indifferent, and there was no trace of sadness or joy. "Kill my father again, or send my brother away to thousands of rivers and mountains? Could it be that," the red wine glass between her fingers swayed slightly, she suddenly smiled, and blinked, "You let me go so quickly? A gift, doesn't tell me to die..."
"Song Rong."
His eyebrows didn't even furrow, and his tone sounded as if he hadn't heard anything, but it was a powerful stop. Ten seconds left. His crossed hands were slightly nervous. He had never made any mistakes in cross-border business worth hundreds of millions, but at this moment he felt uneasy for her. She turned her head noncommittally.
Three, two, one.
Zero.
Everything in Jiangcheng turned into darkness in an instant. In this always busy city, all the lights were extinguished by him in an instant. Without artificial light, the entire vast universe of galaxies spread out in front of them.
"Song Rong," his lips touched her ear at some point, and his low voice confused her for a moment, "How could I let you die?"