Shen Zhaoli picked up the Jade Buddha, examining it, he smiled and said, "This type of jade is not easy to find, are you really going to let me give it to Bian Yue, without doing it yourself?"
"No, I guess not." Xie Zhang said, "I'm leaving Xiangjiang today."
"My brother and the others haven't returned yet. Are you in such a hurry to leave?" Shen Zhaoli's smile faded as he said, "It's been a long time since we all gathered together, won't you wait?"
"These past few days, I've been dreaming about Jiayi." Xie Zhang tugged at the corner of his mouth, his smile was very faint.
Under the silent gaze of Shen Zhaoli, Xie Zhang's eyes were abyssal deep, unfathomable in thought.
Speaking again, his tone was even lighter, "I've got the call records from right before Jiayi's death, but up to now, I still don't have the courage to listen. Zhaoli, I have a demon inside me, and that demon keeps telling me over and over that I deserve to go to hell."
