Baili Xia wanted to chase after him, but this time, she couldn't catch up at all.
He walked away hurriedly—was it intentional to keep her at bay, or was there some emergency? She didn't care.
Having packed up, she shouldered her bag and set off in the opposite direction.
Why help Guisu? She couldn't really say.
Perhaps she believed in the innate goodness of humanity.
A person capable of gratitude couldn't be completely bad.
Maybe he could still be a good person.
He had great talents; if he chose to use them for good, he could surely benefit society.
Even if he wasn't that noble, or unwilling to do much good, at least he could live on properly.
Surviving well was enough.
At least, she wished he would not always think of revenge, harming others...
...
Baili Xia returned to the Imperial College and suddenly felt at a loss about where to go.
Brother would probably still be in his apartment, busy at this time of day—there was no need to disturb him.
