Looking at the woman's pleading, the man called Brother Xing almost agreed, but reason made him keep his mouth shut.
Seeing him unmoved, the woman's heart grew colder bit by bit, and she murmured, "If you won't help me, then forget it. I won't plead with you."
She turned around and pulled the hood over her head, her voice indifferent, "In that case, don't come anymore. Leave, resign from this position, go wherever you want."
Brother Xing's heart tightened, looking at the woman under the black cloak, his heart ached as if torn apart by a giant hand. He stepped forward and held her: "Huaner."
The woman struggled a few times, but being restrained by him, she stopped moving, tears falling, dripping onto his hand as she said, "Don't worry about me, just go."
"Huaner, there's always hope as long as you stay alive. Now is the peak of danger, if we clash directly, isn't it like walking into a trap?"
The woman remained silent.
