After Wei Linchen left, Qin Ruan walked over to the little girl, bent down, and gently stroked her head.
Because she was pregnant, she couldn't stoop for a long time. Her palm barely grazed the girl's hair before she straightened up again.
Qin Ruan looked down from above at the little girl, her voice gentle, "You've been dead for decades, you're not a real child. You can choose to let go of some things, don't stray from the path anymore."
If you commit any more killing, your soul will truly be obliterated."
The little girl sitting on the ground suddenly looked up, her bloody eyes coldly fixed on Qin Ruan.
"I can't let go, I will never let go!"
Her expression was obsessed and full of hatred, as if she wished everything around her to perish with her.
Qin Ruan pursed her lips, at a loss for words.
