How long has it been since she last saw him? Ever since she woke up in the hospital last time, she hadn't seen him again.
Her gaze faltered.
Feng Yueming looked at Mi Yao too. A month without seeing her, she had become much thinner. A thin-strapped nightgown hung loosely on her, her cheeks red, marked by a vivid slap imprint, making her appearance utterly disheveled.
But she stood straight, her small frame upright and brave in the presence of these jackals, holding a gun without an ounce of fear. Her eyes sparkled like stars, which made her vibrant and brilliant.
He liked her best this way, just like the last time when Xie Ya had taken her hostage; she had shown her unyielding courage.
She still held a gun in her hand, and Feng Yueming frowned, his brows furrowing as he yelled impatiently, "Throw the gun down!"
