"Don't touch me!" Ye Anqi pushed him away.
Timothy's body just swayed a little.
Ye Anqi looked at him with resentment, "Why did you all treat him this way, Timothy? Why wasn't it you who died?!"
"Do you think I deserve to die?"
"Yes!"
Timothy laughed.
"No, none of us deserve to die. It's others who should."
Ye Anqi was stunned, "What do you mean by that?"
"I wasn't the one who killed him."
"...Then who was it?"
"Ya Shitian—"
Ye Anqi was suddenly struck dumb as if thunder struck on a clear day.
"...You're crazy, now you're blaming him! You're the one who changed hearts, you're the one who killed Su San. What does this have to do with him?! Stop falsely accusing him!"
"Ya Shitian and I were good brothers, very good brothers," Timothy said without any warmth.
