His crimsons lips curled up bit by bit, "Russian roulette, dare to play?"
"Bo Chenghe, are you insane?" Nangong Jin's eyes widened in shock.
Inside, Di Jinxuan had already seen and heard everything. As she swung open the door, she saw Nangong Jin with a gun in his hand, a smile brimming as he pointed it at his own chest.
Di Jinxuan was struck dumb with fear. Without thinking, she rushed over, snatched the gun from his hand, and without hesitation, slapped him across the face.
Nangong Jin didn't dodge; he took the slap hard, and five finger marks appeared on his stunning face.
Di Jinxuan froze, then after the shock wore off, she looked at him furiously, "Nangong Jin, are you sick in the head?"
Nangong Jin didn't speak, just gazed at her intensely. The usually sparkling peach-blossom eyes now held an unspeakable sorrow, a shadow of darkness that had never before enveloped him, lingering around.
"Xuanxuan…" Bo Chenghe hurried forward.
