Chapter 70 My Name Is Callen, Remember My Name

“Hm?” The man’s eyes were glinting with astonishment. His eyes were glued on the woman on the side of the road. The lights were dim. When the woman stood under the streetlights, her shadows looked desolate. She was standing there all by herself, and he almost thought that the person standing there was an old person who had experienced all kinds of hardship in her life. Every inch of her body, including her hair, gave out the feeling of someone who had been through the mill. His curiosity toward her got even stronger. What kind of woman would look like she was struggling on whilst at death's door albeit being in her best years? “In my dorm… I only have noodles and scallions. I also have some eggs. I can’t cook something better to serve you.” In the night, her rough voice was being scattered in the wind. The man’s heart skipped a beat. This woman had been thinking for so long under the streetlight about what she could provide him with and how she could serve him to exchange for his t