His left and right hands were equally agile.
In his heart, he hated himself intensely, for once again, he had plunged Lin Xinlan into danger. He had never felt so useless before.
"Run, I’m telling you to run!" Lin Xinlan suddenly burst into tears. If they kept this up, he would be killed.
Her crying tore at Rong Shaoze’s heart. He clenched his teeth, his eyes ominously dark.
Bullets ceaselessly fired at him, feeling like raindrops pelting down.
Seeing that he disregarded her advice, Lin Xinlan rushed towards him recklessly. Bullets landed before her toes and grazed her forehead, making Rong Shaoze tremble all over.
"Xinlan, don’t come over!"
"Then you run! If you don’t, we’ll die together!"
The man suddenly laughed, "Fine, let’s die together."
Lin Xinlan bit her lip tightly, her tears falling like broken beads, smashing harshly on the ground.
"I don’t want to die with you. We have so much future ahead of us. How can we just die? Go on, only if you go, can we live!"
Rong Shaoze met her eyes and saw the determination and smile in them; he suddenly understood her thoughts.
Indeed, only by surviving could they have a chance to be together forever.
They had not yet loved each other properly in this life, how could they just die?
This life was already too short; why not cherish it?
"Xinlan..." He gazed deeply at her, his profound eyes filled with too many complex emotions.
There was guilt, self-reproach, pain, reluctance, and decisiveness...
With gritted teeth and his exceptional skills, he quickly covered a significant distance.
From then on, this incident became the most regretful in his life.
If he hadn’t run away and they had died together, then perhaps those things wouldn’t have happened afterward...
However, when he was asked if given another chance to do it all over again, whether he would choose to run away alone or choose to die with Lin Xinlan,
He faintly smiled and said, "I would still choose to run away alone."
Even with great regret, he would still make that choice.
Because once dead, there would be nothing left; no reincarnation, no next life. And of course, they wouldn’t be able to love each other again.
Only by living could they have the chance to wait for the clouds to part and the moon to appear...
As Lin Xinlan watched Rong Shaoze’s retreating figure get farther and farther away, she smiled faintly.
Seven or eight assassins burst out of the darkness, guns raised, aiming at Rong Shaoze’s back.
Lin Xinlan stood in the middle of the road, suddenly spreading her arms, intending to shield him from the bullets with her body.
Seeing this, the assassins held their fire and ran past her, chasing after Rong Shaoze as he fled.
Lin Xinlan didn’t move; her arms fell limply as she saw a tall man approach her slowly from up ahead.
In his hand, he held a sniper rifle.
Was it he who had hit Rong Shaoze just now?
Lin Xinlan looked at him expressionlessly. He walked up to her and gazed back at her with calm eyes.
After a long stare, Qiao Yiyang finally asked with a light smile, "Do you think Rong Shaoze will die at my hands, here in Rome?"
"No! He won’t die; if you didn’t, how could he?"
"He’s fighting alone in Rome. Do you think he can escape? Xinlan, Rome is my turf."
The man’s voice was soft, yet it weighed heavily on her heart like a thousand pounds.
But she believed in Rong Shaoze, because he was Rong Shaoze, and that’s why she trusted him.
"We’ll just have to wait and see if he can leave Rome alive!"