He had lost too much, his pupils were already dilating, but he was still trying very hard. His eyes didn't blink, staring deeply, "Qiqiu...are you...crying for me",This person, once hated to the extreme, but how have they treated him over these past eight years And how has he treated them in return...,Only at the doorway, stood a handsomely dressed man with one hand holding a silver-gray pistol. He looked over, offering a slight smile that was chillingly serene.。