He had never met her, didn't know what she looked like, didn't even know her name, and didn't have any memories related to her, yet Han Fei felt that this person was very important to him.
"Meeting me, she would die, but she still kept searching for me?"
Han Fei looked at the meat on his plate, feeling an indescribable emotion stirring within him, and took out Paperman's eyes again, "You should still remember what she looks like, right? Could you describe her to me?"
"Very beautiful, very dangerous, very unique..." The disfigured man lowered his head, "I actually never dared to look at her face, only at her hands. They were the most beautiful hands I had ever seen, and the most skilled with a knife."
"Is that all the information you have?" Han Fei looked at the reflection of a disfigured body in the eyes of Paperman, "She and I should be friends, you can tell me if you have any trouble, perhaps I can help you."
