"It seems you really have no more tricks up your sleeve."
The purple-eyed youth gazed at He Ao, his model-perfect gentle smile revealing a rare ripple of emotion, "Repeatedly using the same tactic won't convince me you genuinely have solutions, it only makes your desperate struggle seem somewhat pitiful."
He sighed softly, "Now, if you choose to give up and accept that final fate, perhaps you could find a release that's not so painful."
"You seem unwilling to believe my words," He Ao quietly listened to the purple-eyed youth, slowly placing the steaming enamel mug in his hand down, lifted his head, and calmly gazed at the other's serene face.
It was apparent the purple-eyed youth was mimicking him, copying his actions, his expressions, his habits.
Like a precise clone trying to replace the person it's emulating.
He Ao placed the cup on the table, accompanied by a crisp sound, softly asking, "Don't you think the 'time' we've spent 'chatting' has been far too long?"
