The girl shook her head. "I could never become a Superhuman. I'm just a useless coward who doesn't dare fight. If I really became a Superhuman, I'd... go the opposite way from them and stop caring about them. Let them fend for themselves."
The girl looked forlornly at Shen Jin, her eyes carrying a hint of world-weary resignation.
Shang Qian was surprised too. She could actually hold back her anger at being abandoned.
"How old are you?"
"I'm eighteen. I only became an adult yesterday."
"Huh? You don't look it."
After asking his questions, Shen Jin had already reached a conclusion.
Now he was surprised that the girl was actually eighteen. She looked... like a middle schooler.
"I look young for my age. I'd actually just finished my college entrance exams before the apocalypse," the girl said timidly.
Without letting it show, Shen Jin lowered his gaze thirty centimeters.
Whoa!
Oh my!
Good lord!
How to put it? She was the exact opposite of Li Moxiao.
Li Moxiao was young but tall. At first, Shen Jin had even mistaken her for a student's parent around his own age, yet she had already acquired her very own runway at such a tender age.
This girl wasn't that young, but she had the petite, fragile body of a little girl. Still, heaven was fair: what it had withheld from her height, it had bestowed elsewhere.
She was practically a baby-faced, big-bus-ahem.
This was exactly what Shen Jin needed to look at. Looking at anything else gave him a cough.
She'd definitely look good if I took her back and cleaned her up.
"Ahem... What's your name?"
Shen Jin decided to give this girl an opportunity, as a little tribute to Li Moxiao.
The chance to become a Superhuman, something others considered exceptionally