Blood spread down from the shoulder on the back of her silver dress, blooming like a gorgeous flower.
Xiao Chen frowned tightly, and reached out to directly rip off the gown from her body.
Beneath the thin gauze, blood was gushing out.
Carefully lifting the gauze, his hand clutching it tensed for a moment—it was the bullet he had fired at her in the United States.
A month had passed, the wound had begun to redden, swell, and fester.
His fingers carefully pressed near the wound. His bullet was specially made; after entering the body, it would explode within. Shockingly, the fragments had still not been removed.
A flash of anger surged in his eyes, yet, he couldn't even explain why such an emotion had suddenly arisen within him.
With a tense face, he went to the living room to grab the first aid kit.
