"Wait... wait a minute." Li Ziqi caught up with small steps: "Lan Mei is dead, I can't escape responsibility. The Freelancer Alliance despises betrayal the most, I'm afraid I can't go back... Can I follow you?"
"Why?" Su Ming'an responded swiftly, moving forward.
Li Ziqi's mind spun quickly, immediately following behind, showing her value: "Members of the Freelancer Alliance share strategies for clearing stages, I know a lot of tricks for mini-games. Like claw machines and Tetris. Taking me along would definitely help you."
Su Ming'an gave her a look.
The girl's whole body was drenched, shivering from the cold, her face pale yet biting her lip, steadfastly looking at him.
Glass had cut her arm, and blood dropped down, yet she seemed oblivious to the pain, determinedly introducing herself to seize the opportunity.
Many players Su Ming'an encountered would either moralistically guilt-trip or kneel and cry, begging for his help. Such players indeed weren't bad.
