Scared of him? Wanting to run away from him?
Nonsense!
Gu Xiaoer felt wronged and her eyes fiercely fixed on the man's, unwavering, as if she had come to a realization, she roared, "Han Luoli, I'm not afraid of you, I'm not afraid of you at all!"
While biting her lip and having finished yelling at him, she still restrained her tears.
She flung his hand off her chin, shaking with grievance. Her small frame looked so frail and powerless, her large eyes misty and blurred, suffused with sadness.
Han Luoli was frozen, his hand stiff in mid-air, but he heard the girl's faint voice continue.
"Da Luoluo, I am trouble, I am a burden, which is why you're always cleaning up messes for me. Those bad, dark things, it's because of me you do them..."