You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

“You really don't know?" Luther asked rhetorically with a sneer. "Should I know..." Jacqueline stammered, not understanding exactly what Luther was talking about, "Luther, did you hurt your head and does it still hurt now ..."

She wanted to change the topic, with a vague feeling in her heart that maybe it had something to do with Joyce.

"Joyce shot Ricky before she fell off the cliff. Otherwise, right now, in front of you, I would have been a corpse.” Luther said it directly, pointing at the center of his forehead, "Ricky has aimed at me here, and if she shot him one second later, I'm dead.”

"She, she, she killed Ricky?!" Jacqueline was shocked because the police never revealed the details of the case. Ricky died, Joyce fell off a cliff and disappeared, Luther was seriously injured, and two other detectives were shot. That's all she knew.

She did not expect that the vicious outlaw, Ricky, was actually shot and killed by Joyce.

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still searching.” Jacqueline did not dare to say more. She poured a glass of water with trembling hands and carefully handed it over, "Have some water. You just woke up, and your lips are so dry that they are peeling." Luther did not pick it up. He simply looked aside

he had never shown such a desperate look to her. When he was much younger, he didn't cry or make a fuss when things went wrong. The quieter he was, however,

such a high cliff into the sea, she had not been found after three days. How could she survive? They just had not yet

his life must go on, and he could not always

but console as she moved her glass of water closer and handed it to

his hand and the whole glass of water

a sound