After letting all her emotions out for a while, Mei Xue eventually came to her senses. She curled up in a corner and muttered, "Kill me..."
"Well, I can't blame you for having all these emotions well over," Zhang Yong spoke as he lightly patter her back. At the same time, the man prayed to every deity that could hear him, that he'd never embarrass himself like that when he would complete his instance. Otherwise, he may really have to look for a new identity in some neighboring country. "Thank you for your sacrifice," he muttered silently.
"What was that," Mei Xue turned around, her eyes red.
"Nothing, just continue to rest," Zhang Yong spoke with a saintly face. But lately, he wondered if he had strayed from the path of justice with his actions. Ever since he entered the store, he found himself getting weirder. But he still felt like himself. Maybe he was only imagining it.
