You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 1191

Joyce took a few sharp breaths and didn't say a word.

"Don't shake your hand, come on, hold the gun steady. Your marksmanship, isn't it the world's best? Don't miss the shot." Charlotte's eyes almost popped out.

The thrill of watching the two of them, killing each other, was too intense.

Joyce froze in place as she slowly raised the gun and finally pointed it straight at Luther's heart.

Love and family.

Her parents and Luther. She would have to choose one or the other.

When the gun was pointed at his heart, her brow twitched violently, like a fire blown by the wind.

The sky outside the rotten building, from just now, had turned gloomy, and it began to snow.

With no windows above the rotten building, snowflakes drifted in unrestrainedly.

Luther looked at Joyce in shock, his breathing disturbed.

He never thought that one day, her gun would be pointed at his heart.

"Luther, you know what?" Without warning, raging tears welled up, and Joyce had never vented like this before.

Her voice sounded as if it had been cut by a knife, "I hate you! I hate you! You think you know everything? In fact, you don't know anything! Falling off a cliff into the sea, my daughter! She ... she was dead! I named her, Iris."

"It's all you, it's all your fault. You're the culprit!" She yelled, tears pouring out, she raised her left hand and wiped them haphazardly, but the more she wiped, the fiercer they became.

Her right hand, holding the pistol steady, was always pointed at his heart.

Luther was shocked, his black eyes full of endless regret and pain.

It turned out that he had such deep sins.