Indeed, he did not pull the trigger, because he dared not to.
It was not until she left the Gu Mansion and sat in the car that Mo Ran finally relaxed. That was when she realized she had broken out in a cold sweat; her back was drenched.
"Ranran, are you okay?" Gu Yixuan handed her a bottle of water with concern.
"I'm fine," Mo Ran smiled and shook her head, "I was just a bit nervous just now, but I'm okay now."
After all, it wasn't her first time seeing a gun, nor her first time witnessing such a scene; she had grown somewhat accustomed to it.
Gu Yixuan gripped her hand tightly, his eyes filled with gratitude and guilt.
Following him, Mo Ran had given up many things, including her most valued morals and law, which she had already started to abandon.
Had it not been for him, she surely would not have often found herself in such situations. Had it not been for him, she might have long since escaped this turmoil of right and wrong.
