Sang Yan scoffed with disdain, "You're angry. That means I've hit the mark."
Qi Jiu: "..."
He felt deflated but didn't get angry, pausing for a moment before saying, "We are from different camps, and haven't known each other long. Naturally, you speak for him."
"That's no reason for you to kill."
"To me, killing needs no reason. Not killing needs a reason. Like you, for example."
He needed a reason to not kill her that could persuade others and himself.
But he knew clearly—
"Sang Yan, you are just bait that has been thrown out. Alive or dead, it doesn't affect anything now."
"Then why don't you kill me?"
"I don't want you to die."
"Huh."
She sneered, too lazy to say more, gulping down a large mouthful of soup, setting down the bowl, and wiping her mouth, "I'm done eating. You can leave now."
Qi Jiu called someone to clear up the dishes, sitting motionless in his chair.
Sang Yan frowned as she looked at him, "Why aren't you leaving?"
