(Anti-theft)

Lu Yuan sighed and opened the door. He saw a gas lamp hanging high at the top of the narrow room. A woman was sitting on the ground. Lu Yuan could not tell if she was Miss Cynthia, because she lowered her head and held an object wrapped in linen. Her dress was covered with dirty hair and her hair was messy.

In other words, Lu Yuan had no choice but to equate with the woman in front of him and Miss Cynthia.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door and footsteps, the woman held the object in her arms and said, "Is it the one who came to deliver food?"

"Thank you." Her voice was a little hoarse and low, but as soon as she spoke, Lu Yuan immediately recognized that she was Miss Cynthia.

"Please put the food here." Cynthia said softly, her voice flutteringly without real feeling. "As for the reward, it's on the table, you can get it yourself."

Lu Yuan looked at the table and saw two shilling coins on it.

The road was long and sighed, put the paper bag in his hand on the table, and then looked at the girl in front of him.

He once thought about the scene of reuniting with Cynthia ten thousand times, and even thought about Cynthia actually possessed unimaginable power, but it just kept covering up her true strength. When she met, she would ridicule her stupidity, or praise her courage and wisdom.

But Lu Yuan didn't expect that he would see Cynthia goodbye in such a manner.

The other party is so withered, like a leaf falling from autumn, without the vitality and vitality it once was.

"Miss Cynthia." Lu Yuan looked at the other party and spoke tentatively.

When he heard the word Cynthia, the other party raised his head and looked at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan also looked at Cynthia. Her dark brown eyes were dim and empty at this time, her cheeks were deeply sunken, and the assassin, who had originally fair skin, became gray.

Cynthia looked at Lu Yuan's face blankly. Lu Yuan used to expect Cynthia to speak at this moment.

But Cynthia did not recognize who Lu Yuan was. She just sat on the ground and looked at Lu Yuan blankly: "May I ask, are you?"

Lu Yuan felt a thump in his heart.

This is even more sad than the worst scene Lu Yuan has ever thought of.

"I'm the one who came to save you." Lu Yuan looked at Cynthia and said seriously.

The mysterious happy prince of ancient Egypt did not give his favor to the girl in front of him, but abandoned her as a waste of value, like used toilet paper or dried lemon peel.

"Save me?" Cynthia repeated the sentence, and then her whole body tensed up instantly.

She shrank back and hugged the linen package in her arms. The package was taller than one person and could not see clearly what it was.

But Lu Yuan suspected that the package was the street sculpture taken away by Cynthia.

"Please, I don't need anyone's rescue."

"As long as you don't hurt me."

"As long as you don't hurt me, don't hurt him."

"He has given all his treasures, and now, he has nothing."

"Let's just be together."

Cynthia's voice was filled with a depressed and desperate cry.

She didn't recognize the long way.

In her world, it seemed that only the cold linen package in her arms was left.

Lu Yuan stood there, not knowing what he should do.

What should I say again.

He could knock Cynthia out of the mind at this time, or even kill her, because she opened Pandora's box and released all the sins in this world.

Lu Yuan sighed and opened the door. He saw a gas lamp hanging high at the top of the narrow room. A woman was sitting on the ground. Lu Yuan could not tell if she was Miss Cynthia, because she lowered her head and held an object wrapped in linen. Her dress was covered with dirty hair and her hair was messy.

In other words, Lu Yuan had no choice but to equate with the woman in front of him and Miss Cynthia.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door and footsteps, the woman held the object in her arms and said, "Is it the one who came to deliver food?"

"Thank you." Her voice was a little hoarse and low, but as soon as she spoke, Lu Yuan immediately recognized that she was Miss Cynthia.

"Please put the food here." Cynthia said softly, her voice flutteringly without real feeling. "As for the reward, it's on the table, you can get it yourself."

Lu Yuan looked at the table and saw two shilling coins on it.

The road was long and sighed, put the paper bag in his hand on the table, and then looked at the girl in front of him.

He once thought about the scene of reuniting with Cynthia ten thousand times, and even thought about Cynthia actually possessed unimaginable power, but it just kept covering up her true strength. When she met, she would ridicule her stupidity, or praise her courage and wisdom.

But Lu Yuan didn't expect that he would see Cynthia goodbye in such a manner.

The other party is so withered, like a leaf falling from autumn, without the vitality and vitality it once was.

"Miss Cynthia." Lu Yuan looked at the other party and spoke tentatively.

When he heard the word Cynthia, the other party raised his head and looked at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan also looked at Cynthia. Her dark brown eyes were dim and empty at this time, her cheeks were deeply sunken, and the assassin, who had originally fair skin, became gray.

Cynthia looked at Lu Yuan's face blankly. Lu Yuan used to expect Cynthia to speak at this moment.

But Cynthia did not recognize who Lu Yuan was. She just sat on the ground and looked at Lu Yuan blankly: "May I ask, are you?"

Lu Yuan felt a thump in his heart.

This is even more sad than the worst scene Lu Yuan has ever thought of.

"I'm the one who came to save you." Lu Yuan looked at Cynthia and said seriously.

The mysterious happy prince of ancient Egypt did not give his favor to the girl in front of him, but abandoned her as a waste of value, like used toilet paper or dried lemon peel.

"Save me?" Cynthia repeated the sentence, and then her whole body tensed up instantly.

She shrank back and hugged the linen package in her arms. The package was taller than one person and could not see clearly what it was.

But Lu Yuan suspected that the package was the street sculpture taken away by Cynthia.

"Please, I don't need anyone's rescue."

"As long as you don't hurt me."

"As long as you don't hurt me, don't hurt him."

"He has given all his treasures, and now, he has nothing."

"Let's just be together."

Cynthia's voice was filled with a depressed and desperate cry.

She didn't recognize the long way.

In her world, it seemed that only the cold linen package in her arms was left.

Lu Yuan stood there, not knowing what he should do.

What should I say again.

He could knock Cynthia out of the mind at this time, or even kill her, because she opened Pandora's box and released all the sins in this world.

Lu Yuan sighed and opened the door. He saw a gas lamp hanging high at the top of the narrow room. A woman was sitting on the ground. Lu Yuan could not tell if she was Miss Cynthia, because she lowered her head and held an object wrapped in linen. Her dress was covered with dirty hair and her hair was messy.

In other words, Lu Yuan had no choice but to equate with the woman in front of him and Miss Cynthia.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door and footsteps, the woman held the object in her arms and said, "Is it the one who came to deliver food?"

"Thank you." Her voice was a little hoarse and low, but as soon as she spoke, Lu Yuan immediately recognized that she was Miss Cynthia.

"Please put the food here." Cynthia said softly, her voice flutteringly without real feeling. "As for the reward, it's on the table, you can get it yourself."

But Lu Yuan didn't expect that he would see Cynthia goodbye in such a manner.

The other party is so withered, like a leaf falling from autumn, without the vitality and vitality it once was.

"Miss Cynthia." Lu Yuan looked at the other party and spoke tentatively.

When he heard the word Cynthia, the other party raised his head and looked at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan also looked at Cynthia. Her dark brown eyes were dim and empty at this time, her cheeks were deeply sunken, and the assassin, who had originally fair skin, became gray.

Cynthia looked at Lu Yuan's face blankly. Lu Yuan used to expect Cynthia to speak at this moment.

But Cynthia did not recognize who Lu Yuan was. She just sat on the ground and looked at Lu Yuan blankly: "May I ask, are you?"

Lu Yuan felt a thump in his heart.

This is even more sad than the worst scene Lu Yuan has ever thought of.

"I'm the one who came to save you." Lu Yuan looked at Cynthia and said seriously.

The mysterious happy prince of ancient Egypt did not give his favor to the girl in front of him, but abandoned her as a waste of value, like used toilet paper or dried lemon peel.

"Save me?" Cynthia repeated the sentence, and then her whole body tensed up instantly.

She shrank back and hugged the linen package in her arms. The package was taller than one person and could not see clearly what it was.

But Lu Yuan suspected that the package was the street sculpture taken away by Cynthia.

"Please, I don't need anyone's rescue."

"As long as you don't hurt me."
To be continued...