Lu Mian looked at the owner of the black umbrella, a mischievous and unruly smile playing at her lips.
"Leaving so late?"
Xiao Qimo nodded in acknowledgment of her previous remark, tilting his chin up slightly, "Not going, huh?"
"It's pointless."
The "pointless" that came out of her mouth could have many meanings, and Xiao Qimo analyzed them layer by layer, finally letting out a sigh.
"Do you hate them?"
If Lu Mian said she hated them, he would certainly help her settle everything.
Yet, Lu Mian shook her head, her expression indifferently betraying no emotion.
"My master said I could choose revenge. But the moment I pick up the butcher's knife, I will lose much more." Lu Mian spoke softly, then smiled, "What I have isn't much to begin with; I don't want to lose anything else."
