"Qing Shui, you need to make a wise decision, we can't be humanity's executioner, we just don't have the right to do this." Chang pressed his palm against his chest, sighing.
"I don't want people to die either," Qing Shui said in a soft voice, "but I have no other choices."
"Qing Shui,"—Chang grabbed on Qing Shui's shoulder—"now you have their genetic information, and I can tell you their shelter's location anytime. I would do anything for you, but please don't ever let me know your true intentions. I can't bear a heartbreak from betrayal, small or big."
