Ji Anan's eyes widened, and a flash of surprise flashed across his face: "What's the disease?"
Beiming Shaoxi pointed a gun at his brain with his index finger, and said coldly: "There is a bullet in my head that cannot be taken out..."
He didn't expect that one day he would reveal this embarrassing behavior and tell her personally.
Just to...become a hindrance to her leaving.
Even if she feels a little bit guilty!
"The day you left, in the Rose Garden..." He breathed out the smell of alcohol and kept bleeding from his nose wantonly, "Didn't you hear any gunshots?"
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How could Ji Anan forget that violent gunshot? It haunted her like a nightmare.
He once said that if she could escape his bullet, he would let her go.
Wasn't that shot fired at her?!
"I asked you not to look back... but you were really cruel and didn't come back to look at me..." His eyes seemed to be stained with blood, "You still said that your heart is not cold?"
Ji Anan was in disbelief: "Did you shoot yourself?"
"It was you who killed me...the stupid man I was."
Ji Anan's shoulders were tightly held by his big palm, and she was like a panicked and helpless bird, completely losing her previous indifference.
"How is it possible...that you would shoot yourself..." She cried sadly, her heart throbbing, "Did you lie to me?"
Beiming Shaoxi was so angry that he cried blood: "Did I lie to you?"
He suddenly let go, took out the crumpled paper from his trouser pocket, and threw it in her face!
The paper had been thrown into a ball by him and fell to the ground.
Ji Anan squatted down to pick it up, and a few more drops of nosebleed fell...
She opened the paper tremblingly and found a copy of the film showing Beiming Shaoxi's head being shot.
Tick tock, blood fell from the air and dripped on the paper.
Ji Anan... covered her lips in disbelief, tears falling crazily.
He is a love madman...but a woman, why?!
Beiming Shaoxi held her arm and brought her up: "Now, do you feel guilty? Huh?"
"..."
"Tell me, do you have even a hint of regret? If you had known that back then, would you have looked back?" He asked the question that had been suppressed in his heart for three years.
Tears flowed down Ji Anan's face, and he hurriedly covered his nose: "You are bleeding too much. Shall I call a doctor? I will take you to the hospital."
Beiming Shaoxi stood still and asked: "Tell me, will you look back?"
"I will..." Ji Anan's voice was trembling and crying, "Beiming Shaoxi... even if you didn't shoot yourself... I regret it... I didn't look back at that time..."
But she left because she was dying and had no choice but to leave.
A strong embrace held her tightly to his chest.
Beiming Shaoxi used all his strength to hold her... When she said she turned around, even if she was lying to him, the pain in his crazy, sharp, and festering wounds became a little less painful.
Her words were more effective than the medicine. His emotions became less intense, the pounding headache disappeared, and the nosebleeds gradually stopped.
Ji Anan was held in his arms tremblingly, as if she was in the pain of despair.
"Beiming Shaoxi," she asked tremblingly, "do you still love me?"
"Love?" He smiled crazily, "Didn't you kill it with your own hands?"
Ji Anan choked and cried, the pain was as if his bones were being peeled off.
"As much as I loved you back then, I hate you now. Su Qianmo, I hate you!" He bit her shoulder blade viciously!