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.

looked at Joyce in shock,

thought that one day, her gun would be pointed at his heart. “Luther, you know

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

pistol steady, was

his black eyes full of endless

turned out that he had

she was never willing to meet him with her true

Anderson, Iris.

Only Anderson survived.

fell off a cliff into the sea. God did not give her all the gifts. They lost their daughter,

moment, he could imagine how desperate

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

the sins were originally just his