Shen Yue looked a little stunned as well. He had always seen a weak woman with red eyes, full of love for her daughter, who could not help but sense some trouble between Jin Xin and Cui Xin'ai, but he clearly had never thought that Cui Xin'ai was such a woman!
His gaze fell, but Shen Yue did not look at the pistol, but at Cui Xin'ai's hands.
They were well-manicured hands, delicate and slender, seemingly untouched by hard work. None the wiser for it, Shen Yue was misled.
But the fluent way that woman introduced and handled the gun made Shen Yue deeply realize that without years of training, Cui Xin'ai would not have performed so proficiently.
If there was talk that Cui Xin'ai had been on the battlefield before, Shen Yue would believe it. But that must have been quite some time ago.
Years can erase many traces, but it's hard to erase scars that left them.
A thought crossed Shen Yue's mind. He slowly took the pistol and joked, "I don't even know if I've ever touched a gun."