The implication is, you might just end up dead.
Xiao Man obediently nodded, "I know, I usually don't dare come close to you from behind. I'm afraid I might inexplicably end up dead at your hands. I'm not ready to die yet."
People like them, living on the edge of a knife, are very sensitive about their backs.
To survive, they wouldn't easily leave their backs exposed to others.
"Good that you remember."
He wrapped his arms around her, as if holding a precious treasure. His eyes were cold but showed a hint of warmth that outsiders would absolutely not notice. Truly, just a hint. If Xiao Man hadn't been with him all these years, she might not have been able to understand his gaze.
"I just had a dream," Xiao Man said.
"What dream?"
"I dreamt of the first time we met," she said with a smile, "I asked you the same question in the dream too, but I still didn't get your answer before I woke up."
"What question?"
