Ling Ling's Loss of Composure, Qin Yuan: The Commission is Fine, the Person is Not

The room next door.

After sobbing in Qin Yuan's arms for a long while, Ling Ling gradually calmed down. Her crying slowly quieted until it disappeared completely.

She lifted her head. A few rather disheveled tear tracks still marked her cheeks.

"Qin Yuan, do I... do I look awful right now?" Ling Ling asked, a little flustered as she wiped her small face with her hands.

"No."

Qin Yuan smiled gently and used his own clothes to softly wipe away Ling Ling's tears.

Ling Ling only felt warmth bloom in her chest, and the heavy weight on her heart eased all at once.

"What do you think? Do you want to accept it?" Qin Yuan asked again.

In truth, he already knew Ling Ling's real thoughts.

When Ling Ling first saw the contents of the commission letter, she had indeed felt resistance.

But hidden beneath that resistance was even greater resolve.

Deep down, Ling Ling still wanted to accept it. Even if this commission offered no reward, she would still do everything she could to investigate.

"...Accept it!"

Ling Ling nodded heavily and said with utmost seriousness, "I want to know the truth behind my father's death!"

"All right."

Qin Yuan smiled and nodded.

Apasi also nodded, then hugged Ling Ling's arm beside her to comfort her.

After the two of them comforted Ling Ling for a while, they began reading the contents of the commission letter nearby.

As far as Qin Yuan was concerned, he only cared about one certain address written on it.

With this address, he could try to recover Hunter King Leng's flesh, blood, soul, and the like, then use his own special methods to revive him.

"Do you believe that I am still alive somewhere?"

At that moment, Apasi had already started reading the contents