Ji Nanfeng's gaze was icy and indifferent, dark and deep as if it had no end. His thin lips parted slightly as he said hauntingly, "Do you know what death tastes like?"
"Ah? ...What do you mean by that? What ... what does death taste like?" He Shiwen's eyes widened in alarm, her heart pounding with even more fear, feeling that Ji Nanfeng's look at that moment was as terrifying as a messenger from hell.
Yet Ji Nanfeng suddenly chuckled, gazing deeply at her: "It means nothing much. It just popped into my mind, so I said it casually. You don't have to take it to heart."
Because even if you do take it to heart, it's already too late.
Ji Nanfeng watched her with a cold gaze.
He Shiwen managed to force a smile.
"I'll be leaving first. You should go in too," Ji Nanfeng said.
Only then did He Shiwen nod.
As Ji Nanfeng approached the doorway, he saw He Ziyan.
He pressed his lips together; though his expression remained fiercely cold, it had evidently softened a great deal.
