[Some people are never afraid of death because it is more terrifying than death]
Mo Changhe thought seriously about whether he would not regret it if he met Xiao Yanran later.
That was the second time Xiao Yanran went into danger alone for him, and he was still a step too late. Things did not develop like the first time. Police support did not arrive, he was not wearing a body armor, and the bullet penetrated his chest. Luo Yungui pulled Su Xi up and put the gun to his ear.
"Mo Changhe, it's your turn to bear the pain. Whoever you want to live can live."
The wind was raging that day, and the cement factory was filled with dust and sand, which blinded Mo Changhe. He would not have chosen it. The cake made for him by his little policeman was still on the second floor of the refrigerator crisper.
Intention: Love needs to be spoken