The words that fell upon Jin's ears made his gaze hollow and vacant. He felt the nausea creeping in his throat that made his heart drum loudly.
Suicide…
His expression looked haggard which was turning paler by every second.
Ai's soft voice said with grief laced in it, "Jun's bullet surely hit your chest. But what did you think would happen after seeing his brother dead?"
"No…" he shook hard, unable to breathe. His chuckle echoed the sound of his disbelief. "Heh. Are you trying to play an emotional card on me? There is…" his eyes looked extremely menacing and unforgiving, "a limit of lying, Zhou Ai. I will seriously kill you for this joke."
"I said I don't lie. If you think I am lying, then why is your voice shaking?"
He couldn't answer.
