"Long time no see, Li," the woman said in familiar American English, her waist twisting as she sat down beside Li Xiaoyao and scooted closer to him.
Li Xiaoyao's mouth twitched a few times before he exaggeratedly exclaimed, "Hey, Lisa, what a coincidence to bump into you here."
Lisa, the woman in the purple dress, also had another name, the Purple Rose.
She had once been a comrade-in-arms during Li Xiaoyao's mercenary days, they had shared bonds forged in life and death.
Those days were unbearable to remember~~~
Back then, Li Xiaoyao had grown tired of the mercenary life and longed to escape from that place filled with daily fighting, blood, and corpses.
But every time Li Xiaoyao thought about leaving, he couldn't bring himself to speak the words as he looked at his comrades' determined faces and unwavering eyes.
So, in the end, Li Xiaoyao had chosen to slip away silently.
