The sirens outside gradually became distant, and the gloomy sky finally couldn't help but rain. The terrace on the roof was under construction, and metal was piled all around. It was piled messily on one side.
Qin Huai turned around when he heard the sound, calmed his breath, and looked at the hands holding the gun, approaching his mouth step by step. "You don't believe me?" Qin Huai continued to approach and looked into his eyes with a smile. "Don't move." Gu Chuan's hand tightened and he loaded the pistol, but he didn't move. As if he had guessed this, Qin Huai stood still half a meter away from him, raised his hand on the tip of the gun, and pushed it down with his index finger. Gu Chuan closed his eyes and sighed resignedly. The pistol fell to the ground with a chuckle, making a slight friction sound due to the impact.
"Even if everyone thinks Qin Huai is the murderer, you, Gu Chuan, will not hurt me."
"Qin Huai, don't hide it from me, who are you..."
Concept: What the eyes see is sometimes not necessarily the truth. Love is not a shackles, but mutual achievement.