With each count the man made, it felt like a needle puncturing her heart. Tong Ran bit her lower lip tightly, her wide eyes gradually brimming with tears that fell one by one, dripping onto the marble floor where they both stood.
Just one word and she could leave, she could completely rid herself of him, she could do whatever she wanted...
She needed just one word...
Tong Ran's lips quivered, but no matter how much she tried to speak, she couldn't utter that simple monosyllabic word.
...
"Nine."
The man's voice grew deeper, and on the trigger finger, Mo Nanjue could even clearly feel her fingertips trembling and sweaty.
He had placed a silent bet.
He was gambling with his own life against hers.
The bet he placed was that she didn't have the heart to kill him, that she harbored feelings for him.
If she pulled the trigger, he was ready to accept his loss, willing to close his eyes for good.
