At this moment, with a loud "bang", a bullet whistled through the air, accompanied by the cold rain, mercilessly piercing through Mi Yanshou's head. Bright red blood splattered everywhere, and the dagger slipped from his hand. His tall body fell straight to the ground...
Yu Jingrong's eyes turned red, and she cried—tears of joy from brushing past death.
She didn't allow herself too much time to feel this moment. That shot had come from very far away. At this moment, her mother was still in danger. She used all her strength to pull the rope wrapped around her and then pulled her mother up...
When Li Chengyun reached the rooftop, he saw the mother and daughter tightly embracing and crying together.
Although they were crying, they bore smiles, shining captivatingly in the rainy night.
He broke into a smile, his lips gentle.
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