Lu Lingche listened as she continued to cry, a pang of heartache within him.
He tenderly stroked her head, whispering, "Why did you come out here alone? It's too dangerous. You're not allowed to go out by yourself again. If there's anything you want to do, just let me do it. Whether you want to kill or set a fire, I can do it. Do you understand?"
He'd been so candid. If Qiao Yin claimed that she wasn't moved at all, it would be a lie.
Her spirit was trembling, her emotions swaying.
It took quite a while before she managed to suppress her trembling, and asked Lu Lingche, "Why do you think I came here to kill someone?"
In his heart, Lu Lingche thought: Because you've done something similar before.
The moment he saw her calmly walk out of the abandoned factory with an umbrella, he knew that she wasn't kidnapped, she came to punish others.
The last time was also a rainy night, at a unfamiliar location.
