His expression was vicious, "Strip down completely, and make it quick."
Ji Weinan's face streamed with tears as he violently shook his head, "Little sister, don't."
Ji Tian stood there, her mind buzzing with noise. In that moment, her fate was all too clear.
"Strip!" Xu Rang's forearm bulged with veins.
Another gunshot rang out, hitting Ji Qilin's knee.
He didn't even let out a whimper, instead raising his head to look at Ji Tian with eyes full of sorrow. Blood pooled from his wheelchair onto the floor, gathering slowly like a river flowing toward Ji Tian's feet.
Sweat poured down as he writhed in pain, yet a smile still played on his lips, "Tiantian, you shouldn't have come."
Ji Tian blinked gently, her eyes burning with an acidic pain. Hot tears slid down her cheeks. She vaguely remembered that just a few months prior, Ji Qilin had happily told her that the doctors said there was a chance his legs could recover.
