"Intelligence?"
Lin Fan halted his steps and turned his head to look at Qiuyuan Hongmei.
"Do you think, with the kind of adversarial relationship we have, that I would believe what you say?"
"You don't have to believe it, but I must speak, after all, I owe Yang Linglong a life."
With determined steps, Qiuyuan Hongmei came closer, staring straight at Lin Fan.
"Since when have the Japanese started to cherish the kindness of others?"
Lin Fan admitted to himself that he harbored inherent prejudice against the Japanese.
But wasn't it caused by their own actions?
Therefore, he had been resistant to Qiuyuan Hongmei's presence from the very start.
Especially since she was the holy maiden of the Onmyoji.
