The gunshot was deafening, and blood splattered onto Chi Xiaoyu's face.
For a long time, the only sound in her ears was a constant buzzing.
Soon, a pair of arms tightly wrapped around her.
She rested her head against his chest.
After a while, he lifted her face and kept saying something over and over.
She couldn't hear him, couldn't hear anything.
Seeing Madam Xue lying in a pool of blood, bodyguards rushed in and carried her away. Blood dripped, forming a trail across the floor.
"Where's Xiao Guai? Where's Xiao Guai?!!"
She couldn't hear her own voice and instinctively raised it, repeating the question endlessly.
It wasn't until Secretary Wen brought Xiao Guai out that she dashed forward to hold Xiao Guai tightly in her arms.
A week without seeing her—she missed her so badly.
This tiny little creature carried all her love, almost overwhelmingly.
After returning to the Presidential Palace, her hearing gradually began to recover.
