But now, a Chinese man actually considered himself as a good friend, as the very best of friends. This caught Qingzi by surprise, and even more so moved her. The emotion made her feel an incomparable warmth.
"Mr. Lin Chuan, can I also consider you as a friend?" Qingzi asked.
"Of course!" Lin Chuan nodded.
Immediately, Qingzi smiled happily. Qingzi was a very beautiful woman, usually cold as ice, and very few people could see her smile. But this time, she did smile, and when she did, it was incredibly sweet. It was truly surprising that such a frosty girl could have such a sweet side.
Qingzi said excitedly, "I finally have a friend."
"Qingzi, don't you have any friends?" Lin Chuan curiously asked.
"No!" Qingzi shook her head despondently. The concept of a friend was a distant thought for Qingzi. She didn't even dare to imagine such a thing because, for an assassin, friends are a luxury.
"That's really sad." Lin Chuan smiled and said, "But from now on, you'll have friends."
