In the bright and spacious living room, under the exquisite crystal chandelier, Panasonic Toyoshige stood with clenched fists, his arms bulging with veins, his eyes bloodshot, appearing ferocious but actually timid inside; Aoyama Xiu Xin sat relaxed, his expression calm, but his presence seemed more daunting and oppressive than that of Panasonic Toyoshige.
Neither spoke, and the living room was so quiet that one could hear breathing and the ticking of the clock on the wall.
"Aoyama Xiu Xin, there is no deep hatred between us that necessitates a life-or-death struggle," Panasonic Toyoshige's face gradually softened, and his pace of speech slowed.
But Aoyama Xiu Xin shook his head gently, retorting softly, "Between us, there is the vengeance of killing my child."
"I can let it go!" Panasonic Toyoshige exclaimed.
Aoyama Xiu Xin replied, "Really? I don't believe it."
