"Xu Si, come out!"
The shouting continued.
Pei Zhen increased his grip, restraining the woman's arms with a bizarre twist that made it impossible for her to break free. After several twists, the hilt of the knife clattered to the ground, rolling a few times and scraping against the concrete.
Reflected in his eyes was the old iron door at the stairwell entrance. When he looked down at He Li again, it was as if he were gazing upon a sin intrinsic to human nature—greed.
"Don't cry."
Like a whisper in the night rain, his words dissolved into the wind. He Li was stunned, her voice, moments before calling for him to let go, now weakened.
Pei Zhen added in a very low voice, "Don't cause her any more trouble."
It was obvious who "her" was.
