She thought of the painting Wu Muqian had given her, and of Yan Xiao's blood-soaked bandages when he was unconscious, yet now these memories felt as blurred as if viewed through frosted glass.
"Can't bring yourself to do it?" Aunt Qīng suddenly leaned in close to her ear, but her warm breath only made Guan Yao's entire body turn cold. "When Old Yáng taught me how to shoot all those years ago, he said that a hesitant bullet only ends up in the chest of one's own people."
She abruptly yanked Wu Mushen forward, pressing his forehead against the muzzle of the gun. "Look at him. His eyes are full of hatred. The moment they leave this place alive, your safehouse will turn into a crematorium by tomorrow."
Chapter 191