Felicia stared at the shadow for several seconds as if trying to imprint every detail of the figure in her mind.
Then, she picked up Carmen, and before the second gunshot could ring out, she swiftly rolled with Carmen in her arms and retreated into the building.
At the same time, the four trusted subordinates of the Glovers family finally appeared. They looked up at the building and immediately rushed inside, prepared to capture the hitman.
"Carmen, hang in there. Stay with me, stay with me..."
She took out her needle case and quickly set it up, injecting one needle after another into Carmen's body, using all the techniques she knew.
But Carmen had already stopped breathing.
Her pulse and heartbeat had both ceased after taking that bullet.
Felicia covered her face in agony, tears mixing with blood as they slipped through her fingers.
"We were supposed to have dinner together... I cooked your favorite dishes..."
Also stained with blood was the key she never had the chance to give.
Felicia knelt on the floor, her body curled up in pain. A lump of agony choked her throat, and her shoulders trembled violently. The only sounds she could make were hoarse, desperate cries.
"It's my fault... It's all my fault..."
Her heart felt like it was being torn apart.
She remembered that night, on New Year's Eve, under the fireworks and firecrackers outside, when Carmen had brought her food.
She remembered Carmen, drunken and drowsy, full of energy, saying, "I want to go sailing and see what's at the end of the sea."
She remembered that when she escaped from the Glovers family in Ablil, Carmen was the first to pick her up. Carmen gave her a hand-sewn cloth pouch filled with salt, saying it could ward off bad luck.
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