Can I go with you?
The girl's voice was light and ethereal. She looked at Zhou Fan timidly, her face full of anticipation, terrified he would refuse. Her nervous hands wouldn't stop wringing the jacket she was holding.
Looking at his jacket, which was being twisted into a wrinkled mess, Zhou Fan's heart ached a little.
"Can I?"
Seeing Zhou Fan just frowning without a word, the girl asked again in a tiny voice.
"Alright, tell me why you want to follow me." Zhou Fan wasn't in a hurry. He pointed to a nearby sofa, gesturing for her to sit down and talk. His earlier suggestion that she kill Liu Chuang was, in fact, a form of emotional release and guidance for her. Otherwise, she might develop psychological problems later on, forever tormented by this traumatic memory.
By letting her deal with her enemy herself—with Zhou Fan taking responsibility for the consequences—the girl could start a completely new life.
"I want to be like you and help people who are in need!"
