Su Jiameng and Guan Changxi exchanged these words with smiling faces, and because the crowd was dense, she accidentally bumped into a woman wearing a trench coat hood. She instinctively said, "Sorry, did you get hurt anywhere?"
The woman in the purple trench coat glanced at her with a subtle expression, tightened her hood, and avoided the hand reaching out to her, gracefully turned around, and blended into the crowd, disappearing shortly after. Su Jiameng's outstretched hand froze in the air, after a moment she retracted it and glanced at the large virtual screen in the square, where those two messages were still scrolling.
"Changxi, that woman earlier... had a gunshot wound on her palm. Judging by the scabbing marks on the wound, it seems the gun that hurt her was no ordinary one." Su Jiameng looked towards the direction the woman left, her eyes flickering slightly, "I hope my luck isn't that good..."
