A dilapidated temple outside the city
Since Rouge failed to kill Luo Zhiwan, she naturally couldn't harm the child.
She went up to Yiming, pulled the handkerchief out of his mouth, and looked at him coldly.
"Kid, I didn't kill the person I wanted to kill. Tell me, should I kill you or not?"
Yiming suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at her, shaking his head.
"Pretty sister, you're so beautiful, and I'm so cute, how could you kill me?"
Stop being so cheeky.
Rouge admitted that after spending the last two days with this brat, she didn't actually dislike him.
She sat down beside him and sighed helplessly.
“I’m an assassin, but I’ve never killed a child, especially not a child as young as you. But now, I can’t kill the person I want to kill, and I can’t keep you, this burden, by my side. What should I do?”
"Then please let me go, pretty lady!"
"dream."
She glared at him, annoyed.
"Let you go? I went through so much trouble to capture you. If I let you go so easily, wouldn't all my efforts have been wasted?"
"What should I do? I don't want to be a burden to you either..."
Rouge glanced at him sideways.
"You brat, what kind of person is your mother?"
When she asked about her mother, Yiming, who had always been very strong, suddenly had tears in his eyes.
“My mother is an exceptionally kind person. She provides free medical consultations to patients, and if she encounters someone who is too poor to afford medicine, she will give them medicine. She is the best person in the world.”
"But she has a bad reputation."
"No, I didn't."
Yiming, who had just been speaking to her kindly, suddenly became agitated.
“Those bad people are deliberately slandering my mother. My mother is the best person in the world.”
Seeing that he was getting anxious, Rouge quickly raised her hand and pressed it down.
"I didn't say anything, why are you so anxious? Do you even know who your father is?"
father?
He blinked his shrewd eyes and shook his head.
“My mother said my father went to a very, very far place, but I believe he will be back soon.”
As he spoke, he thought of Leng Chuchen, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
Looking into his bright, large eyes, Rouge couldn't help but wonder, given how intelligent and handsome he was, what kind of person was his father?
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