When Iria Lindsay saw James Xavier clearly, James Xavier naturally also saw her face.
Seeing that familiar face long unseen, James Xavier's heart suddenly tightened.
For a few seconds, both of them were stunned in place, neither moving.
Between them, a black, cold, and heavy handgun.
Seconds later.
Both snapped back to reality at the same time.
He's alive?
James Xavier is not dead!
Realizing this fact, Iria Lindsay's heart was instantly filled with wild joy.
From childhood to adulthood, she had never been as happy as she was at that moment, looking at the man in front of her, she instinctively stepped forward, wanting to embrace him.
Originally, there was some distance between Iria Lindsay and the gun; after taking this step forward, her forehead was already touching the muzzle.
The handgun, cold.
The temperature was chilling, and Iria Lindsay suddenly reacted, realizing the distance between him and her.
