"Meimei, you don't even remember me." Luo Liu's lips curled into a bitter smile, his large hand gently sliding over her small round face, the rough calluses scraping the girl's skin, causing a slight pain.
But for some reason, Wen Meimei didn't feel the pain; instead, her heart began to ache faintly.
This feeling was quite uncomfortable.
She raised her eyes, gazing into the man's dark eyes, and asked again, "Who are you?"
Luo Liu grasped her right hand, writing the characters "Luo Liu" in her palm.
"This is my name."
"Luo..."
"Shh..." Luo Liu interrupted her, "Meimei, don't say it out loud."
"Why?" Wen Meimei couldn't understand.
Luo Liu leaned down slightly, whispering softly in her ear, "No matter what happens in the future, you must stay ignorant, never become clever, or else they will come back to kill you."
Wen Meimei stared blankly ahead, sort of understanding and sort of not.
