The night sky was still very quiet, as if it hadn't seen the struggle that just occurred.
Ye Tian knew his heart needed to be calm right now, and even colder, because he had just killed his almost-friend, and who knows, one day he might even kill his friend's father.
Ye Tian looked up at the sky and closed his eyes.
When Ye Tian saw Xiao Yi, he was still lying in bed, looking pale.
"It's almost enough, how long do you plan to keep pretending?" Ye Tian sat boldly on the chair beside the bed and laughed as he looked at Xiao Yi.
"How did you know I was awake?" Xiao Yi, who had his eyes previously closed, suddenly opened them, with no trace of dismay on his face.
"In fact, it's just a guess." Ye Tian originally had no feelings towards Xiao Yi, neither disgust nor admiration, but now he felt this man truly deserved to die.
"You're really good at guessing!" Xiao Yi removed the IV from his hand and got out of bed to sit opposite Ye Tian.
"Xiao Yi is dead."
