"I truly admire you; even in this current situation, you still manage to keep such confidence."
"It's because I'm dealing with you. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't be so certain."
"Certain about what?"
"Certain that you wouldn't dare to gamble."
"Hehehe..." Zhao Yi licked his teeth, "Do you know, it's very dangerous for you to say these things now? Aren't you afraid of provoking me further and making me lose my head?"
"You've been very clear-headed all along."
"Thank you."
"That wasn't a compliment."
"You're very weak; you should talk less."
Zhao Yi walked back to the basin with a towel, rinsed and wrung it out with hot water, then returned to help the boy wipe his face.
"In truth, I really hope you could die."
"The feeling is mutual."
"Thank you."
"Are you a parrot or something?"
"Sigh." Zhao Yi casually tossed the towel back onto the rack and sat beside the boy, "It would've been better if it wasn't me who came this time."
