Li Guo'er stared blankly at Han Fei before her, almost like he was a completely different person from when they first met.
In just two days, this man who had lost his memory had not only adapted to the darkness, but had become a beast in this steel and concrete jungle.
He exuded the aura of a hunter, yet his eyes were always filled with pity and sorrow, as if he was the only living person in this city of death.
"I know your name is Han Fei, you are yourself," Li Guo'er saw a familiar figure on Han Fei, but she quickly shook her head to dispel this unrealistic idea.
Every person is an individual, Li Guo'er wouldn't say things that might influence Han Fei.
"How many points did you gain after we joined forces to kill the little boy?" Han Fei stopped looking at his own reflection in the car window and put his mask back on.
"I gained six points, now I have twenty-three points."
