In the 4710th year of the Federal Calendar, 15-year-old girl Lian Han leaves the planet she lives on with a card system, a residual soul, and three small beasts, heading for the Imperial Capital St...
"I just hope that when you encounter trouble, you can ask your family for help. As long as you humble yourself, they will still protect you as always, because you are never alone."
Lian Han pursed her lips, having to admit that she was somewhat persuaded, but she quickly looked at the back of her hand, where there was once a mark of hell. Although the system had removed it for her, the mark had already taken root in her heart.
Then think about what I need to do in the future—the Blood Flower.
Then the girl's wavering disappeared, and she stubbornly said, "No, you're wrong, Garcia. I've always been alone, and I have no intention of changing."
Garcia frowned, but didn't press the issue. He simply said, "Then I hope you won't regret your decision today in the future."
"No, I've always known what I want. And—"
Lian Han paused for a moment, looking at her seriously, "Garcia, so what if you hit a wall and get hurt? If you don't break down the wall and kill yourself, how could I possibly turn back? Once Lian Han sets her mind on something, she will never turn back, unless she dies."
Garcia's smile vanished. "You're too paranoid."
“But this is who I am.” After saying that, Lian Han paused again. “If I weren’t so stubborn, I wouldn’t be Lian Han. Garcia, I can tell you’re a good girl, and your family background isn’t simple either, but my affairs are none of your business. How to win Ling Ze’s heart is what you need to think about most right now. You don’t have much time.”
Lian Han pushed the coffee away in front of him. "If you don't like coffee, don't make appointments to meet people in coffee shops. Ordering coffee and not drinking it will only make you look down on others."
"I just saw that you liked it." She had seen four girls with different styles inside the coffee shop several times.
“It’s what they like. Even though it’s bitter, it’s still within their tolerance. That’s how they treat people they care about.” Lian Han glanced at the untouched coffee in front of her. “But you and I haven’t reached that point yet. Goodbye, senior.”
Watching her leave, Garcia sighed softly, "I did my best."