"Truly heartless." Dahlia sighed helplessly, though there was little disappointment in that sigh. It sounded more like teasing she had expected all along.
"Why can't you trust me a little more?"
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes meeting Yan Huan's directly.
"Think of it this way: without me, you would have been kept in the dark for the rest of your life."
"Doesn't that make me your benefactor?" Her tone carried a hint of mischief.
"So what?" Yan Huan spread his hands, looking utterly unconcerned.
"What difference would not knowing make? It wouldn't affect me in the slightest going forward."
He turned and headed toward the Parlor Car, speaking as he walked:
"Wherever the train goes, it goes..."
"Mm... you can think of it that way." Dahlia followed half a step behind him at an unhurried pace.
"Let's just say I came too late, so I couldn't play any substantial role."
She paused before asking again:
"Then, may I ask where the train's next stop will be?"
"Why?" Yan Huan looked back.
"Don't tell me you want to follow us?"
He stopped, turned around, and looked the mysterious woman up and down.
"Are you like Lü Bu or something? Wherever you go, trouble follows. I suggest you know what's good for you and join either the Antimatter Legion or The Family."
"But I've already helped the Annihilation Gang and the Dream Master." Dahlia sighed, with a trace of self-mockery in her voice.
She raised a hand and looked at her slender fingers, her tone calm.
"Compared to them, I'm still more interested in the Star Rail Express or the Stellaron Hunters."
"The Star Rail Express? Haven't you already boarded it?" Yan Huan reminded her, pointing at the floor beneath her feet.
"Walking a few steps on the floor is