"Why do you like me?" Su Ming'an asked.
[...]
[Guess?]
The words on the screen disappeared, and the deity seemed to have left.
Su Ming'an really wanted to beat up the riddler. Unfortunately, he couldn't even see the face of the deity.
"Little Cloud, I have an idea recently," Su Luoluo said. "I don't want to just be an entertainment Dream Patrol streamer. The things in this city, similar things in this city, I want to spread them out. I recently found a war forum, where there are many war help posts. Many people want to seek help but are hindered by their own lack of influence, and no one listens to their voices. I think since I have a certain voice now, I want to help them convey it."
"That's your idea, go ahead and do it," Su Ming'an said.
This is Su Luoluo helping her past self, those who couldn't speak, able to voice their sounds through her throat. It's a very kind gesture.
