C1084

Out of instinct, Chen Jingyi rolled to the side to avoid the bullet. After that, she quickly jumped out of the grass shed and into the other one.

An hour, bullets, chasing relentlessly. The breath of death, tightly entwined.

Chen Jingyi had never been in such a sorry state before.

She felt like a clown for entertainment. Living, no longer has a self. The only meaning of existing