you are my white moonlight

"Miss, you can't go in..."

"Let go!" Unable to break free, he took out a gun from behind, scanned the crowd, and walked slowly into the ward smoothly.

Completely unexpected, Jian Youqing just stood at the door with a gun in his hand, his hands were slowly hanging down, and Ace pointed the gun in her direction instead.

Shao Tingchen's movements did not change, he heard Jiang Zhizhi's low laughter, and Jian Youqing's red eyes stared at his hand holding the gun.

"Shao Tingchen..." The vibrato was exactly the same as last night.

Jiang Zhi's eyes were full of desolation, and he coughed in pain, "Youqing, if you come a little later, maybe all you see now is my dead body."

Shao Tingchen's veins in the palm of his neck bulged, as if he was exerting force.

"Shao Tingchen!" Almost roaring, Jian Youqing's eyes sparkled, her voice seemed choked up, "Can you let him go first, I know he did a lot of things wrong, but..."

"He still treats you as a pawn, your life was almost lost in his hands!" Shouting angrily, Shao Tingchen put his finger on the trigger, suddenly he was very interested in the question just now.

Turning around, Shao Tingchen grabbed Jiang Zhi's collar instead, and put the muzzle of the gun against his temple, facing Jian Youqing.

"You also know that he has missed many things. He designed our first encounter, Jian Youqing. In his eyes, you are just a tool. Has he ever thought about the possibility of you being in danger? He didn't." He opened his lips coldly, telling the cruel truth, "You may die by my hands at any time."

That was her eternal nightmare, repeated countless nights.

Why did she insist on saying these things, Jian Youqing bit her lower lip tightly, her fingertips were trembling, and tears glistened in her eyes.

"To be more precise, it should be said that I, Shao Tingchen, am a ticking time bomb. If I move my finger, Jian Youqing, you will die without a place to die."

Jiang Zhi lost most of his vitality, forced himself to bear the pain, and smiled in a trance, like a spring breeze.

"Youqing, leave me alone...uh..." He covered the wound with one hand.

Shao Tingchen's eyes were as black as the night, and he was cold and angry, waiting for her answer.

Jian Youqing fell into a panic, snapped, the gun in her hand fell to the ground, and her head seemed to be filled with pain again.

Shao Tingchen wanted to take her into his arms, but he couldn't, "He gave up your life and didn't care. Now that I kill him, you should be happy."

Shao Tingchen had a sullen look on his face, "Jian Youqing, it's time to see the reality clearly, he is not your relative!"

"Then who is it?" Tears rolled down, unconscious and desolately desperate, "Then Shao Tingchen, tell me who is my family member, is it Jian Jianing who taunts me everywhere, or He Qingfeng who misses me dead anytime and anywhere, Or Jian Ziji who is lying in the ward but is no different from lying in the cemetery?"

"Perhaps I should have recognized the reality long ago. I, a broom star, don't deserve to have a family."

She closed her eyes heavily, letting the tears fall, Jian Youqing clenched her fists tightly.

Just a few words consumed all her strength, "You are Shao Tingchen, you don't need to report to anyone."

He didn't express his opinion, but a few words pushed Shao Tingchen further.

From beginning to end, she was treating him as a stranger.

Jiang Zhi was in a hurry to break free from Shao Tingchen's grasp, and fell off the bed before he noticed, so weak that he could only crawl forward, and blood oozes from the wound.

"Youqing...don't listen to him...Shao Tingchen is a complete liar..."

"All of this is obviously voluntary by you. After the plan is completed, we will be together, far away, and I still have the recording..."