You Hit My Heart
Chapter 546

Hearing Luther's sarcastic words, Joyce realized that he had forgottenhow good she was with her shooting after his memory loss. Shootinggames were just a piece of cake for her, of course. He must have alsoforgotten how they had fought the enemy side by side, and when shethought about it she felt loss and disappointment down in her heart.“Just for fun, the game is easy.” She returned lightly.

"Just for fun?"

Luther grunted coldly as he pressed the return bottom to return to thehome page, and then he pressed the start button.

She made it sound so easy, so he wanted to give it a shot too.

"What are you doing?" Joyce didn't expect Luther to start the game onhis own, "Hey, that's not how you play the game. Give me my phonenow."

Juanita at this point secretly glanced back at them and lamented in herheart.

The long-awaited group trip was just ruined by the big boss. Now theentire car was pretty nervous, and none of them dared to make asound.

Only Joyce's crisp whining complaints could be heard from time to time.“No, no. Your bullet will drop down, and you need to measure thedistance. You can't hit it like that."

"Can you give me back my phone? Your teammates will not like theway you play it!"

"No, you can't use this gun like that. You won't be able to keep itsteady.”

"There's someone at the opposite window, don't you see? Quickly useyour medical kits!"

"Wait, you can't show your head, or the sniper will hit you."

"Done. Okay, you've done, can I have my phone back now?"

Finally, Luther handed the phone back to Joyce. He had just given it acasual try, and the game was not easy at all, and it was not at all likewhat Joyce said. You would need to have a good understanding of thegun ammunition, ballistic drop, and recoil to be able to control your gunwell.

So, with no special training for the game, she played it so well. Wasshe some connoisseur for firearms?

Suddenly, a scene flew through his mind. Although it was very blurry, itlooked like it was in the middle of some wooded valley.

Many people in black surrounded him in a group and attacked him, andthey all had daggers in their hands.

"Bang, bang, bang." He seemed to hear the sound of gunfire, and themen around him were all hit in their knees and fell.

The shots were so accurate and impressive.

Since his memory loss, he had never remembered something soclearly.

Although only for a short moment.

Besides, he was a little confused whether it was just some illusionscaused by the game just now, or it had actually happened. Moreover, itwas just such a short piece of memories, he did not see exactly whofired the gun.

Just when he tried to think about it, the headache came back again andthere was a thin sweat on her forehead. His face also turned palegradually.

"Are you okay?" Joyce saw that his face didn't look right, and shetouched his palm, which was all sweaty.

She felt her heart was getting softer and softer now. Every time shesaw him having a headache, knowing that it was caused by his memoryloss from a car accident, she was always upset.

"If you can't remember something, just let go.” She advised in a softvoice.

"Hmm."

He leaned his head back feebly, after the pain had eased a little.

A heavy tiredness came over him, and unconsciously, he slowly restedhis head on her shoulder.

She froze. What was he doing?

"Don't move, I want to take a nap."

Just after he finished the words, she could already hear his evenbreathing, as if he had been so tired and he was now in his deep sleep.