Yu Yue brought a cup of warm water and placed it on the table.
Looking at the clean cup in front of him, Ding Hui was stunned for a moment. He slowly reached out, cupping it in his hands, until he felt the steady warmth transmitting from the cup. This thin man's last line of defense was completely broken down.
This iron-willed man, who defended a border destined to receive no reinforcements, watched his comrades fall one by one without shedding a tear. He did not cry when what he once protected and cherished betrayed him. Even when he was locked in a cage, his limbs broken and his teeth pulled, he did not cry.
But now, because of a simple greeting and a cup of warm water, he was sobbing uncontrollably, his half-tongue moving inside his mouth, body curling in on itself, clutching the cup as if he were a weeping mountain.
Su Huan quietly watched him, sensing his sorrow, neither interrupting nor showing sympathy.
That was the deepest mockery of his beliefs.
