Ye Shaoxuan frowned and stared at her for a long while before slowly sitting up. "Were you cursing me?"
Su Qiao rolled her eyes so hard they nearly turned white.
No, I wasn't cursing you. I was cursing the rich man's stupid son.
"If you really want to, I can help you."
"If you want raindrops to drip straight into your brain, you'll have to use a chisel to make some holes in your skull first."
As she spoke, Su Qiao extended her slender, fair fingers and pointed at his head.
"You want to kill me?"
Ye Shaoxuan thought the woman before him was very strange.
The things she said were even stranger.
The anger caused by the sudden interruption gradually faded. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he did not seem to mind that it was dirty and wet. Tilting his head slightly, he stared at her curiously.
Holding her umbrella, Su Qiao tilted her head, her eyes looking even more innocent.
"How could I want to kill you? You're clearly the one who wants to die, but you can't find the right way to do it. I'm just trying to help."
Then, she added with complete sincerity, "Whether you want to die a little faster or slowly, like just now, I can help with either."
The sooner he dies and moves on to his next life, the better. That way, she won't have to spend the rest of hers being dragged around by a lunatic to do ridiculous things.
"Woman, are you trying to attract my attention with this method?"
Ye Shaoxuan finally stood up from the ground, his expression filled with disdain.
He realized that he was too tall and the woman before him was too short. The umbrella completely blocked her face.
He felt a little displeased.