Han Fei found Ying Yue, who seemed as old as Lele, both of them pitiful children.
"Can you hear my voice?"
Holding the fragmented girl, Han Fei's compassion overcame his fear, and he spoke all the words he had been meaning to say.
Having learned about the girl's past, Han Fei felt even more that he couldn't fall here, he had to avenge this child.
The landlord's ring emitted such a coldness that it nearly froze his fingers off, yet Han Fei still did not let go, feeling that since her biological parents had accidentally died, the child might not have been genuinely embraced by anyone since.
"You don't need to believe me now, I will prove everything with my actions."
Watched over by eyes dripping with blood in the room, Han Fei still kept his composure, those eyes unable to discern whether he was lying.
For Han Fei, those gazes didn't really matter. He just needed to protect the child in front of him.
