Watching the costumed performer who had fallen to the ground, Fu Tian still couldn't understand, he shook his head, "But no matter what, I still don't want to become someone like him."
The woman didn't impose her views on Fu Tian, she got up and walked towards Han Fei.
As she tried to help Han Fei up, Han Fei instinctively started to dodge her.
Wearing raggedy costume clothes, Han Fei lay awkwardly on the ground, a drink seeping through the gap of the costume's headpiece, making his neck look dirty.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." The woman sensed that the actor inside the costume couldn't be very old, and spoke in a very gentle voice. She took a handkerchief from her pocket intending to wipe the drink stains from Han Fei's collar, but every time she drew near, Han Fei moved back.
Having lost his memory, everything in this world felt alien and frightening to Han Fei, and he couldn't trust anyone, so it was normal for him to be guarded.
