You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

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.

in shock, his breathing

never thought that one day, her gun would be pointed at his heart. “Luther, you know what?" Without warning, raging tears welled

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,

out, she raised her left hand and wiped them haphazardly, but the more she wiped, the fiercer

hand, holding the pistol steady, was

was shocked, his black eyes full of endless regret

he had such

she was never willing to meet him with her true face because

Anderson, Iris.

Only Anderson survived.

with two children and fell off a cliff into the sea. God did not

moment, he could imagine

much she hated him, why she hadn't shown up for four years,

originally just his sins