At this moment, seeing it again, all the humiliation from the past made him angry once more.
He squeezed the cup in his hand, drawing closer.
Suddenly, the cup shattered.
Fragments pierced his palm, but the old resentments made him seem as though he couldn't feel any pain.
Blood dripped onto the table, and those nearby watched with their hearts pounding.
After a moment, he rose, took a step into another room, and opened the door.
Inside, a child was still sitting on the floor, looking up at him.
Shi Xuan walked over.
"Heh, growing up in such a pampered life, must be very different from others, right?"
He spoke while walking.
Xiaojian seemed not to understand what he was saying.
Shi Xuan gazed at him, drawing closer.
"Tell me, what's it like to be born and live under a halo?"
He squinted his eyes, and he appeared as if he was about to twist.
