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The little girl fiercely tugged her hand away, as if to dislocate her arm with sheer willpower. He could only let go, watching her run toward King Pingdeng.
"Wait!"
"Big Sister, can I go with you?"
The little girl grabbed Yi Qingyan's sleeve, looking up timidly and asking.
"Oh? Why?"
"My parents are dead. The people who killed them, they have accomplices... Big Sister, will you kill them? If you will, I want to go with you..."
In her childish voice, there was a stark, unmistakable emotion.
Living in the small town, the little girl didn't quite understand the "King Pingdeng and Ghost Mother Society" talk. She only knew that this woman before her could help her get revenge.
Even a child could understand topics like life and death, hatred. A tragic night had accelerated her emotional maturity.
Cen Dongsheng's hand involuntarily clenched, then relaxed. Words he wanted to call the child back with remained unspoken.
