"I don't care!" Staring at Luo Xiaoqian with eyes tinged with a hint of wariness, Leng Zimo's tone was domineering and stubborn, "No matter what, I have to take her with me!"
Taking a step forward, standing in front of Luo Xiaoqian, Leng Zimo bent his face down, meeting her eyes with his gaze.
"Xiao Qian, I must take you away now. If we wait any longer, it might be too late. Maybe you don't remember who I am, but it doesn't matter, I'll make you remember. For now, just come with me, and once we leave here, I'll explain everything to you!"
Grabbing her hand, Leng Zimo strode towards the door.
Luo Xiaoqian flung his hand away, "Who are you, really?!"
"I can't tell you now." Leng Zimo frowned as he looked at her, "I can only tell you that I'm the person in this world who cares about you the most."
The current "he" is already dead, and before taking her away from here, he couldn't tell her who he was; otherwise, if anything happened, he would cause the death of Leng Zirui.
