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.

a pistol. It seemed that there were

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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

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, the more

she knew Joyce must be dead. Falling from such a high cliff into the sea, she had not been found after three days. How could

to stimulate him and did not know how to comfort him. But his life must go on, and he could not always dwell on the pain, which

console as she moved her glass of water

his hand and the whole glass

too frightened to make a sound and stared blankly at his gloomy