The goddess-like icy beauty, Mu Fan approached under the surprised gazes of the onlookers, ignoring the police officers surrounding her as she walked straight to Mu Fan.
When she was about thirty centimeters away, she stopped and looked up at the young man whose body was soaked in blood plasma.
"Mu Fan."
Her voice sounded soft, like the snowflakes that fell in winter, devoid of any warmth, but they melted softly in the palm of one's hand when they landed.
"Hmm."
Mu Fan saw his own reflection in her clear pupils, so vivid.
"I have a request."
"What is it?" Mu Fan asked, perplexed.
"If one day you decide to let go of all your concerns to fight, please take me with you." As she finished speaking, Lu Qingxue bowed slightly, her black hair cascading down.
Only she and Mu Fan understood the meaning of those words at that moment.
The surrounding police officers didn't react much, but the Dingchuan Academy students who had not dispersed but gathered around were genuinely stunned.
