"Maximillian, don't you -....."
BANG!
It was too late. The gunshot rang through the air, its sound echoing off the walls. Time seemed to stand still as Mu Qingqing fell to the ground, her knees hitting the marble floor with a thud. Tears were streaming down her face as she looked at the ground, too afraid to raise her head and look at her sister's lifeless body.
No... No... no... What did she do? What did she do?
This is all her fault! It's all her fault!
She knew that Mo Qinhe was a madman, and there was nothing that he couldn't do. She should have agreed to him instead of provoking him and going against his words. Now, her younger sister was dead, and it was all because of her.
She looked at her hand, and all she could see was red as if dyed in the blood of her younger sister.
"No!!!" she screamed, but right at this moment, a voice cut through the chaos and reached her ears. "Qingqing."