"Kid, when did you start playing with guns?"
After leaving the pier, the two got into the car. Xu Boyan fastened Lu Qingyi's seat belt, looking at her as he asked.
"Probably around the age of twelve."
Lu Qingyi was engrossed with her phone, her tone nonchalant.
Xu Boyan's heart tightened instantly. He felt sorry for the girl who had to deal with guns at such a young age, she must have been through a lot.
"Xu Boyan, I've killed people."
Lu Qingyi suddenly raised her eyes, staring at Xu Boyan's profile.
"I know."
Xu Boyan stared straight ahead, not looking at the girl's face.
Just now, Lu Qingyi had killed someone.
"I'm not talking about just now, I'm talking about the past."
Lu Qingyi kept staring at Xu Boyan's profile. There were so many things she wanted to say, but she swallowed them back down one by one.
She had killed people, more than one.
She didn't know how Xu Boyan would see her. She wasn't a good person at all.
