In fact, Hua jingxun had a strong personality, but life had forced her to compromise.
She had actually endured too much.
She seemed to be used to silently bearing all this.
There was a sense of emptiness and loneliness in her heart.
Actually, after experiencing life and death, Hua jingxun did not dare to rely on anyone.
She was very afraid.
But she could feel Xie lingye's gentleness.
Hua jingxun's injuries were actually quite serious. The assassins were killing each other with a knife, and the bullet almost hit her in the heart.
Although she could move now, her body still hurt.
She sat in front of the table. In fact, she was a little uncomfortable even after walking for a while.
However, Hua jingxun was used to not making a sound. She silently endured the pain.
Xie lingye handed a pair of chopsticks to Hua jingxun.
Hua jingxun held the chopsticks in her hand, her heart rippling.
