The man's thoughts lingered on Yan Wang's last words.
"Don't do... anything foolish?" He articulated each word slowly, savoring them like a delicious meal, unwilling to stop.
After a long while.
The man finally looked seriously at the small Yan Wang.
Although they had identical black pupils, the man's larger eyes were filled with a snake-like dangerous and cunning greed.
It was desire, within reach.
It was an abyss, a point of no return.
Whatever he was thinking about, he seemed to struggle...
In contrast, Yan Wang looked much calmer.
The small child's eyes were as clear as a lake, without a ripple, as if the person in front of him and the situation at hand had nothing to do with him.
In the end, the man admitted defeat.
He gritted his molars, his tone cold: "You're always talking about the big picture! You don't understand the pain of losing her! I—"
"A reminder." Yan Wang remained indifferent, "Five years ago, I lost her already."
