Chapter 23

I asked cautiously. “Sir Brian, if bullets are left, why not shoot them?”

Brian fell into contemplation, and after a moment, he raised his head. “The last one is for me.”

"Hah?" I do not understand.

“If I fall into the wrong hands, I would rather kill you first and then kill myself; that makes more sense,” Brian said casually; there was not a half point on his face that he was lying.

Based on Brian's personality, he would do the same.

"You have to stay here tonight for one night." Brian moved slightly into the cave, lying down.

The area of this place is tiny, similar to the feeling of being in a tent yesterday. My back is together with Brian's; the back of his is broad and very solid, but it's too cold.

I felt something was wrong; I sat up and examined where Brian was lying.

He closed his eyes tightly, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. I tried to put my hand on his forehead and heaved a sigh of relief.

He's not sick, maybe just exhausted. Today he has been hanging on the cliff fo