C2119 The Bridge
In the silent forest, Qin Yuan's hand slowly opened, and bullets slowly slid down from his hand to the ground. On the wet ground made of dried pine needles and leaves, there was a dull sound. Qin Yuan's eyes were like a fountain in the middle of the night, revealing a cold gaze. Aunt Mei, who was in front of him, was about to retreat, but she felt as if her chest had been hit by a cannonball