"To remember a girl mired in the mud, you must indeed be kind."
"You're the City Lord, aren't you? On such a night, you should be resting instead of wasting your time on me."
As Xiaomei uttered these words, she kept her head down, not daring to look into his eyes.
Su Ming'an didn't speak.
In fact, if it weren't for the exclusive hint from TE2 about Xiaomei, he would have indeed failed to notice her among a population of a million—an unremarkable presence who might well have... headed towards the most tragic of fates.
Becoming a mistress, losing her dignity... even committing suicide.
Her life was, without a doubt, destined to end in tragedy.
"Where do you want to go now?" Su Ming'an could see the light emanating from the back of Xiaomei's neck changing from red to green, signaling her movement towards safety.
Her persona seemed to be slowly changing. This was something that could indeed be influenced over time.
His appearance had changed her life.
