At that time, he was thinking that such a young girl should have been pampered and raised by her parents. Had she not been so unlucky to meet him, how would she have come to know the pain of separation by death, or have understood what death meant at such a young age.
Little Qiao Xia sat by the riverbank, looking like an angel under the crimson sunset.
At that moment, Mu Liang thought she was his angel.
If she wasn't his angel, how come she appeared in his "vitality"?
This thought almost became an obsession in the days to come.
A young girl, unfamiliar with worldly suffering, learned in that one month to kill, to fight, to flee for her life, to steal, and acquired various survival skills. His heart ached, yet he felt a sense of accomplishment.
She took care of him wholeheartedly, not knowing that all her suffering and the torment of death came from him.
