"Although I still haven't completely grasped your purpose..."
Ji Xiaodao walked up to Mo, seemingly intending to help adjust his collar. However, she ultimately stood motionless, her brows furrowed slightly as she turned her head away: "But I know you certainly have many ways to achieve it."
Mo picked up a pair of black gloves from the table and looked calmly at the girl standing before him, who seemed reluctant to meet his gaze: "So then?"
"So..."
Ji Xiaodao didn't expect that question from him. She was momentarily stunned and then stared at Mo with blazing eyes: "So why must you choose to let Arthur Boho die? I can tell that you admire him greatly."
"I do admire him. In most cases, Arthur is far more useful than you."
Mo nodded slightly, the corner of his mouth tugging into a playful arc as he said indifferently: "But that doesn't conflict with my choice to let him die."
Ji Xiaodao bit her lip gently: "You've already admitted that there are other ways?"
