Quan Ying's shoulder twitched slightly. Ignoring the pain, he kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
A bullet had pierced his upper right back, and blood was seeping through his black shirt like a fountain. Although he was wearing dark clothes that helped conceal it, the shirt was soaked and plastered against his back; looking closely, one could see that his entire back was drenched.
An Xiaoni reached out and touched it—her hand came away sticky and soaked with blood.
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