"What you love is Officer Yi, who accompanies you through life and death, not the ruthless undercover Ning who takes life and death seriously, and not the murderer's son Jiang Zhi."
A wry smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Zhi's mouth, and a cruel sobriety flashed in his pale and delicate eyebrows.
"Song Xian, it's not me you love."
Although the misty mist filled Jiang Zhi's black and white eyes, his hand still did not tremble, and he held the loaded pistol tightly, with the aim firmly resting on Song Xian's heart.
The fingertips slowly pressed down and landed on the cold trigger.
"If our relationship could end like this..."
｜Contradictory and affectionate attacks × Many-sided crazy criticism
｜High intelligence, high martial arts, double strength, double misery
｜Tacit understanding soulmate.
Determination: Even if there are thousands of people, I will go
