"With just your words just now, I could kill you." A cold voice echoed in Yi's ear, the chill seeping all the way into his heart as he leaned against the cold wall.
"If you want to kill me, go ahead, I won't retaliate, but you must leave Yanjing." Yi's determination made Xiao Lin release his grip, hoping to find a hint of possibility in Yi's expression.
"You know who it is, don't you?" Yi slightly turned his head away from Xiao Lin, his heart in turmoil: "What's the real reason that old man returned this time?"
"I can't say." These four words thoroughly enraged Xiao Lin, who thoughtlessly swung his fist at Yi.
"Are you going to help the old man betray me?"
Betrayal!
Yi opened his eyes, feeling the crushing weight of the word spoken by Xiao Lin—a warning of distrust. He stood up from the ground, a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. He gave Xiao Lin a bitter smile; his anger was justified.
