She revealed an inexplicable confusion, puzzlement, but the strength of Li Ang's hand grew increasingly heavy.
The sturdy bindings of the Six Paths Slow Technique left her unable to resist, as her vitality slowly drained away in Li Ang's grasp.
"I am not... I don't know... I understand now... You are... She is..."
Meimei's eyes could only open into narrow slits with extreme difficulty. A sudden realization appeared on her face, followed by a profound sense of relief.
"Al-right... just like this... it's fine... with her still here..."
It seemed as though she suddenly relinquished something; her struggling body ceased to resist.
Li Ang gritted his teeth tightly, as everything on Mengze Island, everything in the past, flashed before his eyes.
The suddenly appearing white-haired, blue-eyed girl, the strange reminders, the innocence of a junior, inexplicable pessimism, unprovoked enticement, chaotic words, and the sudden assassin.
