One person left, and the other three followed suit.
Chen Hai, exuding the aura of a ruthless bandit, stood in place for several minutes with the axe in hand. Only after everyone had gone did a trace of sorrow flicker in his eyes. Gathering himself, he turned and headed toward the woodshed...
The woodshed was pitch black, and light spilled in only when he opened the door.
Rong Yan was sitting quietly in one corner. As the light streamed in, she lifted her head and saw the cold, gleaming axe in Chen Hai's hand. On her delicate face, there wasn't the slightest hint of surprise or fear—it was as though she had already anticipated it.
Chen Hai had driven the others away because he didn't want them to carry the same burden of murder as he did. He had already steeled himself for death, yet when he saw Rong Yan's calm eyes, an inexplicable pang of reluctance washed over him.
