"Don't cry, don't cry! I'm still alive and well, when you cry like that, it seems as if I'm already about to leave!" Dou Dajiang patted the mute boy's head, comforting him, "For these years, you've been living like a walking corpse, so have I!
If it weren't for our similar circumstances, allowing me to empathize with you, I wouldn't have steeled my heart to help you seek revenge.
You have no place to settle, struggling with hunger and cold, while I can afford to eat, yet it's tasteless, and I can't sleep at night. Living isn't much different from dying.
Therefore, you don't need to feel sad for me. It's only right and proper that a murderer pays with his life."
"Whether a murderer pays with his life being right and proper depends on who is killed." Lu Qing strolled to the outer part of the prison and interjected.
He wore a golden mask, hiding his expression, and his voice was deeply restrained, revealing no emotions, making him even more enigmatic.
