He Zhichu's expression was clear and cold. It was only when he saw Gu Nianzhi that his gleaming almond-shaped eyes slightly wavered.
Gu Nianzhi still maintained the same posture as before. She held the sharp fruit knife in one hand and pointed it directly at her chest.
Fresh blood flowed down the shiny blade of the fruit knife and dripped onto the carpet that was no longer visible in its original color.
Qin Yaoguang's blood, Wen Shouyi's blood, the man who had broken his wrist with the tranquilizer gun, and the man whose leg had been broken had already dyed the carpet red.
He Zhichu's eyes were cold. He raised the gun and walked over step by step while opening his arms to Gu Nianzhi. "Nianzhi, don't be afraid. Come here."
Gu Nianzhi's hand gradually loosened, and the fruit knife fell silently onto the thick carpet.
She pursed her lips and went around the back of the sofa. She threw herself into He Zhichu's arms and finally began to cry.
