Ripples from One Corner

The Distant Goddess with picturesque features ignored the police officers' encirclement under the astonished gazes of the onlookers and walked straight toward Mu Fan.

She stopped thirty centimeters from Mu Fan, raised her head, and looked at the young man before her, whose entire body was soaked in blood.

"Mu Fan."

Her soft voice rang out, like snowflakes drifting down in winter—without a trace of warmth, yet gently melting upon landing in one's palm.

"Mm."

Mu Fan saw his own reflection in her clear pupils, so distinctly.

"I have a request."

"What is it?" Mu Fan asked in confusion.

"If one day you decide to cast aside all your reservations and fight, please take me with you." As her words fell, Lu Qingxue bowed slightly, her black hair falling forward.

At this moment, only she and Mu Fan understood what those words meant.

The surrounding police officers had little reaction to her gesture, but the Dingchuan Academy students who had not dispersed and had instead gathered around were truly stunned.

Lu Qingxue had actually bowed to a male student, and the two of them were standing so close together. In an instant, the crowd's gossiping hearts exploded.

Mu Fan saw the persistence, plea, and guilt in her eyes.

So he nodded gently. "All right."

This was a promise to fight between the two of them.

"Police officer, don't let them leave! Make them pay me!"

Lu Qingxue turned her icy gaze toward the shouting Boss. The man froze upon seeing such a cold and beautiful woman, but immediately stiffened his neck and shouted, "What, trying to stand up for him? Pay the money first!"

"How much did you lose? I'll compensate you." Lu Qingxue spoke calmly, yet her words sent the onlookers around them into an uproar. They raised their