Xiao Qiao said nothing, her smile gone, she appeared particularly serious, like the decisive killer Special Agent from Wesley's impression. She seemed quite indifferent, her gaze like a knife, as if a tangible blade, cutting through the air, lacerating his skin. He knew, this coldness and seriousness were not directed at him. He had rarely seen this side of Xiao Qiao, except for when he was hunting her down years ago.
Most of the time, she was a flower that thrived in the sun.
"Xiao Qiao, even if you aim at me from outside, you wouldn't necessarily kill me with one shot, especially since I'm prepared, let alone anyone else."
"Ultimately, I'm too selfish." She hadn't considered Wesley's safety.
"That's because, in front of you, I've always been an omnipotent god, so you trust me."
