She was still willing to treat others kindly, because she believed that having goodness in one's heart and sunlight made life less tiresome.
If possible, who would want to live in darkness? Who liked the cold?
But she discovered that she was wrong, if every act of kindness was repaid with hurt, with a wounded heart, then what was the point of kindness?
Looking at the blood on her shoulder, Jun Mochan spoke softly, "Let me take you back first, they can stay behind to take care of things, I promise you, not a single one will be missed, is that okay?"
"No, I want to execute them one by one, or do I not even have that bit of freedom?" Ye Ranran's eyes held a cold light.
"If you are unwilling, then lend me your people."
The Ye Ranran of today was like an unsheathed blade, whoever touched her, would bleed, including Jun Mochan.