211 My glory

Lin Fan ignored Wu Siming and continued walking forward. But suddenly, a hand grabbed his ankle. 

"I beg you. Kill me, please." A female voice could be heard. It was a voice that was filled with despair. 

Lin Fan looked down to see a black-haired woman lying on her stomach. She reached out to grab Lin Fan's ankle from the cell. She looked weak, but she grabbed onto Lin Fan with strength. 

"What are you called?" Lin Fan asked. 

"Please, kill me." She repeated, sounding extremely depressed. 

Lin Fan looked at her, confused. I wonder what traumatised her so badly that she wanted to end her life. Life was precious. You only have hope if you stay alive. 

"Haish!" Wu Siming sighed. "If you can, I hope that you can let her die easily too. To her, dying is not an end of her life, but the end of her suffering." 

"Do you know her?" Lin Fan turned to Wu Siming.