Fu Meng clenched his fists. He looked conflicted. He really seemed like he didn't want to go. However, faced with truth bombs like the one Pan Qing gave him, there was not much choice to him other than to cave in.
"Fine. We'll leave. But promise me that you'll be safe." He spoke.
"... Why do you care so much about me?" I asked the question that I wanted to ask him for quite some time now.
I mean, this is a rather new thing for me, you know? People caring about me and stuff. This world… This body… This life has given me such a unique experience. I mean, from having a mentally abusive father to having a honey bun of a father in itself is a massive contrast. And now, I see people caring for me like this guy before me, and I can't help but be a bit skeptical about it.
[Well, I guess that happens to everyone who encounters sudden attention like you are getting right now.]
